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She screamed. The horse broke and ran. Lucy, righting herself, looked back to
see Joel Creech holding a limp lasso. He had tried to rope the King.
The blood of her father was aroused in Lucy. She thought of the horse--not
herself. If the King had not been so keen-sighted, so swift, he would have
gone down with a broken leg. Lucy never in her life had been so furious.
Joel shook his fist at her and yelled, "I'd 'a' got you--on any other hoss!"
She did not reply, though she had to fight herself to keep from pulling her
gun and shooting at him. She guided the running horse back into the trail,
rapidly leaving Creech out of sight.
"He's gone crazy, that's sure," said Lucy. "And he means me harm!"
She ran the King clear up to the corrals, and he was still going hard when she
turned down the lane to the barns. Then she pulled him in.
Farlane was there to meet her. She saw no other riders and was glad.
"Wal, Miss Lucy, the King sure looks good," said Farlane, as she jumped off
and flung him the bridle. "He's just had about right, judgin'.


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