remuda

Brig and Bowles stood guard all night and brought up the remuda in the morning.

He was certain that Nellie rode the same animal each time, because she would not trust any of the others that were now with the remuda.

For a wonder the weather had been favorable; the windmills were all working, the bogs had dried up, the beef had lasted over, the remuda had not strayed—in short, there was nothing to do.

He had seen admiration, desire for closer acquaintance, in many a fair face but such invitation affected him as the sight of a circling loop affects a horse in a remuda.

The man to whom Cuchillo had given his orders, immediately saddled his horse and set off to collect the remuda.