I finally herded the two pregnant mares in, and the scar on my hand split open again. Some nights the lasso pole fits my hand better than the drumstick.

• GerelFour tracks. They broke off toward the western hollow.
  SaranI saw you run out ahead. The quiet ones are always the fastest.
• ErdenGuarding another tent's horses now, has shaman work changed? Take a look at our winter pasture sometime too.
  SaranCount your own horses yourself. I only count up to nine.
• TuyanLet me put medicine on your scar, Master. And apologize for running my mouth yesterday, too.