Then thar's the two mustangs entered by Old Hoss an'
Silver--an' last--Wildfire, by Lucy Bostil."
"What's thet last?" queried Bostil.
"Wildfire, by Lucy Bostil," repeated Brackton.
"Has the girl gone an' entered a hoss?"
"She sure has. She came in to-day, regular an' business-like, writ her name
an' her hoss's--here 'tis--an' put up the entrance money."
"Wal, I'll be d--d!" exclaimed Bostil. He was astonished and pleased. "She
said she'd do it. But I didn't take no stock in her talk. . . . An' the hoss's
name?"
"Wildfire."
"Huh! . . . Wildfire. Mebbe thet girl can't think of names for hosses! What's
this hoss she calls Wildfire?"
"She sure didn't say," replied Brackton. "Holley an' Van an' some more of the
boys was here. They joked her a little. You oughter seen the look Lucy give
them. But fer once she seemed mum. She jest walked away mysterious like."
"Lucy's got a pony off some Indian, I reckon," returned Bostil, and he
laughed. "Then thet makes ten hosses entered so far?"
"Right. An' there's sure to be one more.
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