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I was--pretty weak before
Wildfire knocked me--off Nagger."
"Wildfire?"
"That's the red stallion's name."
"Oh, he's named already?"
"I named him--long ago. He's known on many a range."
"Where?"
"I think far north of here. I--trailed him--days--weeks--months. We crossed
the great canyon--"
"The Grand Canyon?"
"It must be that."
"The Grand Canyon is down there," said Lucy, pointing. "I live on it. . . .
You've come a long way."
"Hundreds of miles! . . . Oh, the ground I covered that awful canyon country!
. . . But I stayed with Wildfire. An' I put a rope on him. An' he got away. .
. . An' it was a boy--no--a GIRL who--saved him for me--an' maybe saved my
life, too!"
Lucy looked away from the dark, staring eyes. A light in them confused her.
"Never mind me. You say you were weak? Have you been ill?"
"No, miss, just starved. . . . I starved on Wildfire's trail."
Lucy ran to her saddle and got the biscuits out of the pockets of her coat,
and she ran back to the rider.
"Here. I never thought.


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