        “Treat ‘em like you would any other pony,” he advised, taking a sip of salted apple juice at the hotel bar.  “We made the mistake of underestimating their smarts and organization.  Figured jest ‘cause they lived out in the plains, like, they weren’t worthy of our attention.”  He frowned.  “I think Little Strongheart made a few appeals to us to move the orchard, but we didn’t listen.”