Night of the Killer Moon

The lone horseman knew he'd made a fatal mistake by attempting to cross the Tobacco Roots tonight.
Then, as a jagged bolt of lightning tore the sky apart over the pass, highwayman Reno Lamont's steel-gray bronc went stiff legged and began bucking and snorting fear out of its flaring nostrils. Lamont clung as best he could to saddle while trying to rein his crazed and bucking bronc away from the drop-off side of the trail. Somehow he brought his horse under control.
"Now dammit, behave!" he snarled to the horse trembling under him.