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There had been loud, angry voices
of men--and shots--and then the men carried out a long form covered with a
blanket. She loved her father, but there was a side to him she feared. And
somehow related to that side was his hardness toward Creech and his
intolerance of any rider owning a fast horse and his obsession in regard to
his own racers. Lucy had often tantalized her father with the joke that if it
ever came to a choice between her and his favorites they would come first. But
was it any longer a joke? Lucy felt that she had left childhood behind with
its fun and fancies, and she had begun to look at life thoughtfully.
Sight of the corrals, however, and of the King prancing around, drove serious
thoughts away. There were riders there, among them Farlane, and they all had
pleasant greetings for her.
"Farlane, Dad says I'm to take out Sage King," announced Lucy.
"No!" ejaculated Farlane, as he pocketed his pipe.
"Sure. And I'm to RIDE him. You know how Dad means that."
"Wal, now, I'm doggoned!" added Farlane, looking worried and pleased at once.


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