Lots of tomb stones on boot hill. I really don't know why they call it boot hill when they buried the stiffs still wearing their boot including their spurs. Or did they bury them with their boots and kept the spurs? Cindy whispers in the ears of her old gray mare. The mare shook her head in acknowledgment then whinnied. Once again off I went, riding my old grey mare towards the hills, hoping to make it before the sun set.
A light wind comes up and I could hear a whistling sound and stopped and dismounted then walked to the back of the mare. and as I had suspected, the wind was whistling through the bullet hole in the old grey mares butt. Incidentally, this was where the old grey mare picked up the nick name of whistle butt. An injury that the mare picked up in a cross fire just before the civil war ended in 18 and 65, I pulls the saddle blanket back over the bullet hole and all was quite as I mounted my mare and disappeared into the mountains.
Cindy