Ed merely looked at them and then back at Carmen.
In high school and college, she played co-ed soccer and basketball.
Even the usually bored Dawkinses ooh-ed and aah-ed appropriately but the brothers seemed more interested in the locale of the various shots than the scenery and flora so beautifully presented.
I couldn't find nothing on Josh without a last name, but Ed Plotke was in the phone book for six years between 1956 and 1962.
Did you do any more checking on Ed and Edith Plotke— the people from the 1961 newspaper—and missing Josh the miner?
Learning about Ed Plotke is still the best lead we have on finding the identity of Martha's bones.
You knew Ed Plotke?
"What ever happened to Ed Plotke?" he asked.
Ed was okay, so long as he kept his belly away from the bar, Harold answered.
"Come on," he said, kicking Ed into a gallop.
Ed threw up his head and snorted.
"Stay close to me," he said as he kicked Ed into motion.
He had suggested she breed Casper to another stud, and she had intended to, but Ed got to her first.
The sight of Alex on Ed, galloping toward her was as much a relief as it was a surprise.
"Mr. Ed, the talking horse," she said casually.
Why don't I bring Ed up here and stable him?
Katie and Bill can watch the farm and we can take Ed back with us.
She stared at his back as he led Ed to the truck.
She watched as he meticulously saddled Ed and tightened the cinch.
He nudged the horse in the ribs and Ed broke into a lope.
The dairy door groaned as she opened it and Ed whinnied from his stall in the barn.
When she entered the barn, Ed snorted and Princess nickered.
Both Ed and Princess were a red-brown color with white speckles on their haunches – typical Appaloosas.
I knew about Princes because I took Ed to her for stud service back in January.
Alex did the same with Ed and they saddled the horses in silence.
"Let's go," he said and urged Ed into a lope.
Princess followed Ed up the steep trail with an eager stride that kept Carmen clinging to the saddle horn.
The only sound was that of Ed walking and an occasional winter bird song.
At the rate Ed is having female offspring; he'll have to be one of your geldings.