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Keith, dreaming along a winding, rock-strewn trail in the canyon, looked up quickly and beheld his Heart's Desire sitting calmly upon her horse, ten feet before Redcloud's nose, watching him amusedly. Redcloud must have been dreaming also, or he would have whinnied warning and welcome, with the same breath. "'Traveler, tell to me," she went on, seeing Keith only stared.
Then he went over and smoothed Redcloud's mane and pulled a wisp of forelock from under the brow-band, and commanded him to shake hands, which the horse did promptly. "I want to shake hands wis your pony, too," Dorman cried, and dropped pole and fish heedlessly into the grass. "All right, kid."
Dorman went up gravely and clasped Redcloud's raised fetlock solemnly, while the tall cow-puncher smiled down at him. "Kiss him, Redcloud," he said softly; and then, when the horse's nose was thrust in his face: "No, not me kiss the kid."
Now Redcloud's nose was even with her elbow; the breath from his wide-flaring nostrils rose hotly in her face. Another bound, and he had forged ahead, neck and neck with Goldie, and it was Keith by her side, keen-eyed and calm. "Let go all hold," he said.
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