Chapter 12
Akbar stared up the slope of Zigzag Canyon, analyzing. The Zigzag River, not much more a rushing stream at this point, tumbled over the boulders lining its bed. The sides of the canyon steepened sharply. He and Tim could get out that way. Maybe. Not with seven horses. They could get lifted out short haul. But not with seven horses.
“Okay, boss. Short of slinging a lot of horses into harnesses, I don’t have any brilliant ideas.” Tim had moved over to reassure Mister Ed.
Akbar did his best to ignore that the horse that had been rejecting him these last two months was cozying up to Tim like he was his best friend.
The choppers could lift the horses, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was rigging a sling quickly and figuring out how to keep the animals from totally freaking ou
