Warlock - pg. 242

Curley looked back at the oncoming dust. It was a big posse. The gray stopped and would go no more, and he sighed and dismounted, shot the horse through the head, and sat down on the slack, warm haunch to wait in the sun. "Boy," he said again, "why would you do such a thing?" His hand fumbled once more after his mouth organ which he had left behind him.