He would jerk loose the picket rope of his kaiila and mount it in a bound.

Only a few horses flicking their tails against flies along a short picket rope indicated that anyone was there at all.

The horses were still at their picket ropes, but the gray was as close to the trees as it could get.

He moved closer, caught another picket rope, and with a sharp tug, loosened the pin.

Smoke got up as Duke was corning to the fire after tying his horse to the picket rope.

The horses, lunging at their picket ropes, neighed in terror.

With infinite care, and taking all the time in the world, he eased himself through the trees and reached the picket rope of the grey.

Waylander slid from his horse's back and led the animal to the picket ropes.

He could see the picket rope trailing back from the bridle, but how to get it over the cliff edge?

As he did so, the picket rope came forward a bit.