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Farlane, Holley, all the riders, and her father, too, had tried to make her realize the danger in a horse, sooner or later. But Lucy could not help it; she was not afraid; she believed that the meanest horse was actuated by natural fear of a man; she was not a man and she had never handled a horse like a man.
Letter of November 27, 1924. To my dear friends and fellow-workers, the members of the American National Spiritual Assembly. My friends and fellow-workers:— The letters which our able and devoted friend, Mr. Horace Holley, has addressed in your behalf to the Greatest Holy Leaf and myself have all been received, and, together with their enclosures, read with the closest attention.
Lucy Bostil had called twice to her father and he had not answered. He was out at the hitching-rail, with Holley, the rider, and two other men. If he heard Lucy he gave no sign of it. She had on her chaps and did not care to go any farther than the door where she stood. "Somers has gone to Durango an' Shugrue is out huntin' hosses," Lucy heard Bostil say, gruffly.
Still, I guess they all agree I can ride." "Holley an' Farlane are riders?" he questioned. "Yes, Dad's right-hand men." "Your dad hires many riders, I supposed?" "Sure I never heard of him turning any rider down, at least not without a try." "I wonder if he would give me a job?" Lucy glanced up quickly. The idea surprised her pleased her. "In a minute," she replied. "And he'd be grand to you.
"Boys, seein' the King go thet way wasn't nothin'.... But what crucifies me is WILL THET FETCH HER BACK?" "God only knows!" replied Holley. "Mebbe not I reckon not! ... But, Bostil, you forget Slone is out there on Lucy's trail. Out there ahead of Joel! Slone he's a wild-hoss hunter the keenest I ever seen. Do you think Creech can shake him on a trail?
Holley opened his lips to speak, hesitated, looked away from Bostil, and finally said, "No, it sure ain't." Then he turned and walked away, head bent in sober thought. Bostil came toward the open door where Lucy stood. He looked somber. At her greeting he seemed startled. "What?" he said. "I just said, 'Hello, Dad," she replied, demurely. Yet she thoughtfully studied her father's dark face.
"He did, an' I lambasted him," replied Slone, with force. "You did right. But what I want to know, is it true what Joel seen?" "It's true, Holley. But what I did isn't so bad so bad as he'd make it look." "Wal, I knowed thet. I knowed fer a long time how Lucy cares fer you," returned the old rider, kindly. Slone raised his head swiftly, incredulously. "Holley! You can't be serious." "Wal, I am.
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"What'll you tell Bostil?" asked Slone, half beside himself. "I'm consarned if I know," replied Holley. "Mebbe I'll think of some idee. I'll go back now. An' say, son, I reckon you'd better hang close to home. If you meet Bostil down in the village you two'd clash sure. I'll come up soon, but it'll be after dark." "Holley, all this is is good of you," said Slone. "I I'll "
I've found fault with you on the King, on your mustangs, an' on this black horse Sarch. But on Wildfire! You grow there." "What will Dad say, and Farlane, and Holley, and Van? Oh, I'll crow over Van," said Lucy. "I'm crazy to ride Wildfire out before all the Indians and ranchers and riders, before the races, just to show him off, to make them stare." "No, Lucy.
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