In high school and college, she played co-ed soccer and basketball.
She opened the door and contained her curiosity until he led Ed inside.
She watched as he saddled Ed again and shoved the rifle down into the boot.
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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.
Old Ed was a piece of work, wasn't he?
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.
I wouldn't wanted to be in this Josh fellow's shorts when Ed Plotke caught up with him!
It was after the Firestone store closed—I remember Ed complaining about that.
Grandfather Ed Plotke learned Josh worked for Paul Dawkins and he wrote to Paul in California.
Paul felt responsible for Josh's quick exit and when Ed talked about leaving Ouray with his family, Paul arranged for the Plotkes to come to California.
He found Ed a job, I think.
He had done his small part in helping Ed Plotke get to California—that's all.
Grandfather Ed was the one who made contact with Paul.
"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.
There he saddled Ed and rode out to the exercise field.
Why don't I bring Ed up here and stable him?
What about Ed and the farm?
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.
Ed peered over the stall at her and nickered softly.
She handed Ed a clump of hay and he delicately plucked it from her fingers.
If Ed could actually talk, she wouldn't be spending so much time pondering about Alex.
Ed lifted his head and nickered, but he continued to work on the salt block when she didn't call him.
Ed whinnied down by the barn, and then nickered in a higher tone.
Ed was running beside her, and then a strong arm was plucking her from the ground.
Ed plunged to a stop and Alex pulled her up into the saddle with him.
She nodded, and then stiffened as Ed came out of the hills, riderless.
Josh vaulted the fence and raced up the hill, only to stop in surprise as Alex emerged from the trees riding a horse colored enough like Ed to be his twin.
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.
Wrapping the rope around the saddle horn, he nudged Ed into motion, tugging the fallen tree downstream.
He'll be on Ed and I'll be on Princess.
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.
"We'd better get back," he said, turning Ed toward the trail again.
He kicked Ed into motion and headed for the house.
The only sound was that of Ed walking and an occasional winter bird song.
Alex was wiping Ed down with a cloth.
He hung the brush on the wall and turned Ed toward his stall.
He put Ed in the stall and took the harness off before turning to Carmen.
At the top, Alex reined Ed in and turned to look at Carmen.
"We'll have to leave Ed here for a little while," she said, pointing at a low limb.
He helped her to the ground and then dismounted, leading Ed to the tree.
When they got to Ed, he mounted and helped her up behind him.
At the rate Ed is having female offspring; he'll have to be one of your geldings.
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Ed merely looked at them and then back at Carmen.
"Mr. Ed, the talking horse," she said casually.