Transcription: Chapter 37 The get-his-ass-out-of-town patrol, as Herzer thought of it, had not been a rousing success, but at least it was nearly over. The three cavalrymen had not traded any more words with him than were necessary for the business of the patrol, but that was fine by him. He was in no mood to talk anyway, and the only subject that would come up he really didn't want to talk about. They had just done their riding the long circuit down the west side of Massen Mountain, then back up the east, finding nothing but birds and beasts of the field. Supposedly there was a large force out here somewher ...
