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But Wildfire did not show fear or hate in his recognition.
Lucy went directly to him and got a hand on him. Wildfire reared a little and
shook a little, but this disappeared presently under her touch. He held his
head very high and watched her with wonderful eyes. Gradually she drew his
head down. Standing before him, she carefully and slowly changed the set of
the hackamore, which had made a welt on his nose. It seemed to have been her
good fortune that every significant move she had made around this stallion had
been to mitigate his pain. Lucy believed he knew this as well as she knew it.
Her theory, an often disputed one, was that horses were as intelligent as
human beings and had just the same fears, likes, and dislikes. Lucy knew she
was safe when she untied the lasso from the strong root where she had fastened
it, and led the stallion down the wash to a pool of water. And she stood
beside him with a hand on his shoulder while he bent his head to sniff at the
water. He tasted it, plainly with disgust. It was stagnant water, full of
vermin.


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