The big buckskin back there in the draw knowed their way, and it showed in his action, he'd quit pawing for grass and instead put all his attention to the tops of the ridges that was all around him and the bunch. The way them three wolves had sized up the bunch and then disappeared had made him restless and mighty spooky and finally that draw got to be too much of a hole for him, too good a place for an enemy to come into without being seen till that enemy was too close. The older mares showed a lot of spookiness too which all got Smoky riled up so that he begin acting the same, and when the buckskin took the lead out of the draw to where a good look of the country around could be got the whole bunch was mighty anxious to follow. Even the little colts seemed to have the hunch that something was up, the white of their eyes showed and they stuck mighty close to their mammies' side. * * * * * A big moon came up and the light of it reflected a path that shined on the crusted snow, the air was mighty still, still with the cold that'd gripped the range and made everything that lived and carried hoofs come to a stand so that no air would be stirred; a breeze at that temperature would froze stiff every standing animal in that territory. Smoky, the buckskin, and the bunch stood on a knoll where they could see well around 'em, they looked like petrified or froze there so still they all stood, there was no sign of life from 'em excepting for an ear that moved once in a while and which was on the job to catch any sound that might come from near or far. The "yip, yip," and howl of a cayote was heard, another answered, and pretty soon them two filled the air with their serenading--. The echo of that hadn't quite died down when the long, drawed out, and mournful howl of a wolf made that of the cayotes seem like a joke. The little bunch of horses on the knoll hadn't blinked an eye while the cayotes was serenading, but at the sound of what followed, every head in the bunch went up, every ear pointed towards the sound, and the buckskin with a few others snorted. Restlessness had got in the bunch. Smoky started out a ways and came back, then pretty soon and keeping as close together as they could they all begin moving. They moved on like shadows, and like more shadows three grey shapes had took up their trail. The big buckskin had stayed in the rear of the bunch and he was first to notice the wolves, a loud whistling snort was heard from him as he landed in the middle of the bunch and kettled 'em into a stampede and the run for their lives. The cold air was split forty ways and crusted hunks of snow was sent a flying as the ponies all wild eyed broke their way thru the drifts at the edge of a ridge and run on towards the big flat.