"Somethin' I heard while sittin' downstairs one night, asked Lady Bar what it was and she gave the name, plays it sometimes while I'm around, picked up bits of it," he says, with a smile. "And there ain't nothin' like seeing what the future comes up with -- remind me to show you the video player sometime."

And she's right -- Doc would protest, so she's smart to play the proper lady and let him do the work. It's not very difficult, either, and doesn't take long for him to gather up both saddles, blankets, and various bits of tack that he needs.

He pauses to check everything over before going to fetch both the horses they'll be taking out, two geldings, one a deep chestnut and the other dappled-grey in color.

"Now this here," he motions to the first, the chestnut, as he works to put on the gear. "This is Duncan. The other gentleman," a nod to the grey, "Is Rachat."