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In her room she changed her clothes and lay down to rest and think.
Strangely enough, Lucy might never have encountered Joel Creech out in the
sage, for all the thought she gave him. Her mind was busy with the crippled
rider. Who was he? Where was he from? What strange passion he had shown over
the recovery of that wonderful red horse! Lucy could not forget the feeling of
his iron arm when he held her in a kind of frenzied gratitude. A wild upland
rider, living only for a wild horse! How like Indians some of these riders!
Yet this fellow had seemed different from most of the uncouth riders she had
known. He spoke better. He appeared to have had some little schooling. Lucy
did not realize that she was interested in him. She thought she was sorry for
him and interested in the stallion. She began to compare Wildfire with Sage
King, and if she remembered rightly Wildfire, even in his disheveled state,
had appeared a worthy rival of the King. What would Bostil say at sight of
that flame-colored stallion? Lucy thrilled.


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