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Bostil wanted them because he coveted them and because he
feared them. It would have been a terrible blow to him if any horse ever beat
the gray. But Creech laughed at all offers and taunted Bostil with a boast
that in another summer he would see a horse out in front of the King.
To complicate matters and lead rivalry into hatred young Joel Creech, a great
horseman, but worthless in the eyes of all save his father, had been heard to
say that some day he would force a race between the King and Blue Roan. And
that threat had been taken in various ways. It alienated Bostil beyond all
hope of reconciliation. It made Lucy Bostil laugh and look sweetly mysterious.
She had no enemies and she liked everybody. It was even gossiped by the women
of Bostil's Ford that she had more than liking for the idle Joel. But the
husbands of these gossips said Lucy was only tender-hearted. Among the riders,
when they sat around their lonely camp-fires, or lounged at the corrals of the
Ford, there was speculation in regard to this race hinted by Joel Creech.


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