"Sí, of the Messenger line. But a gray of that breeding—" Don Cazar’s forefinger ran nail point along his lower lip. "Ariel blood, perhaps?" Drew busied himself adjusting Shiloh’s hackamore. This was getting close. Hunt Rennie had lived in Kentucky over a year once. He had visited Red Springs many times before he had dared to court Alexander Mattock’s daughter and been forbidden the place.