ketche'd'm

Updated: June 3, 2025

I ketche'd'm. 'Way ova dere," he added, tilting his tow head toward the darkness behind him. Bob Birnie rode up at a gallop, pulled up his horse in the edge of the fire glow and dismounted hastily. Bob Birnie never needed more than one glance to furnish him the details of a scene. He saw the very small boy confronting his mother with a dead snake, a horned toad and a stubborn set to his lips.

B. M. Bower - Cow-Country