Sheepeater Cliff the junkyard, the cemetary

Indra. It was a unique name, for sure; nothing like she'd ever heard before. Blondine Abernathy, she said with a certain pride. It was a name that came with a strong background (so far as she'd been told; the truth might have broken her spirits completely) and as such, it deserved to be declared rather than muttered. I never seen one of these back at home, Blondine said with a turn of her head toward the sheep, I'll get one before I go. I'll bring back the horns for Grantville. He'll love 'em.

I guess you never got one? If India did know how to catch one, then she was doing a horrible job of sharing.