"About five miles, give or take," Eliot answered. The dogs kept pace with them, sometimes running off to one side or another when the smelled something only to return quickly. Eliot never rode bareback when working, and so the creak of the saddle accompanied the sounds of the rangeland. "I try to make a circle of the inner fields. The others would pick up those closer to the fenceline when they do the fence and permeter checks."
Eliot was actually glad he didn't need to do anything about the fencing. That was one of the most annoying jobs on an outfit. Repairs had to be done by hand and it was a bitch to work with cattle wire.
"How was the music last night?" Eliot glanced over at her. "And I don't just mean the singing."