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Updated: April 30, 2025
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.
In all that he had done and it really seemed as if he did everything that needed to be done, while Dick pottered around in the way he had not found it necessary to descend into the mud and water, to the ruin of his picturesque, fringed chaps and high-heeled boots. He had worked at ease, carelessly leaning from his leathern throne upon the big, roan horse he addressed occasionally as Redcloud.
Kelly stared at her meditatively a minute, and said: "Well, I'll be damned!" Keith looked at her also, but he did not say anything. The way he slapped his saddle back upon Redcloud and cinched it, and saddled Rex, was a pretty exhibition of precision and speed, learned in roundup camps. Kelly watched him grimly. "I knowed you wasn't as swift as yuh knew how 't be, a while back," he commented.
Cam'ron interduced us, Be'trice. He said, 'Redcloud, dis is Master Dorman Hayes. Shake hands wis my frien' Dorman. And he put up his front hand, Be'trice, and nod his head, and I shaked his hand. I dess love that big, high pony, Be'trice. Can I buy him, Be'trice?" "Maybe, kiddie." "Can I buy him wis my six shiny pennies, Be'trice?" "Maybe." "Mr. Cam'ron lives right over that hill, Be'trice.
He lifted his hat. His eyes challenged Beatrice, swept coldly the face of her companion, and turned again to the trail. He swung his heels backward, and Redcloud broke again into the tireless lope that carried him far ahead, until there was only a brown dot speeding over the prairie. Sir Redmond waited until Keith was far beyond hearing, then he filled his lungs deeply and looked at Beatrice.
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."
"Poor little devil," Keith muttered, with wet eyes. "He he said you lived over there," Beatrice finished, pointing, as Dorman had pointed which was not toward the "Cross" ranch at all, but straight toward the river. Keith wheeled Redcloud; there was no need to hear more. He took the hill at a pace which would have killed any horse but one bred to race over this rough country.
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