"Get the animals moving toward the square." He turned to Thadric and his voice was steady even though his hands wanted to shake. "Blindfold the mounts. Rope the Yaksha together. Grab Beska. We go in one shot."
Thadric dropped his bags in the dirt and vaulted over the pen fence with his spear still in one hand. The rancher had the big male mount blindfolded and walking within forty seconds and the female followed because she never left without her partner.
The Yaksha were easier. Thadric looped a rope through the lead rings on their neck bands and the three milking females shuffled into a line behind him. The juvenile trotted next to them on its own because it was too young to understand what was happening.
