"There's feed in that bag there by your feet," she calls back, gesturing with her chin. "They'll graze a bit on the brush overnight. It ain't so tender as what they're used to at the bar, but it'll suit them 'til we next hit water."

She made sure Beaut and Concession both had more than their share of good hay before they left the bar this morning, so they should do fine with what they've snagged over the course of the day.

"We're headin' for wet country soon."