There would come a reckoning, Bostil grimly muttered.
Who owned this Wildfire?
Holley might as well have read his mind. "Reckon this feller ridin' up will
take down the prize money," remarked Holley, and he pointed to a man who rode
a huge, shaggy, black horse and was leading Lucy's pony.
"A-huh!" exclaimed Bostil. "A strange rider."
"An' here comes Lucy coaxin' the stallion back," added Holley.
"A wild stallion never clear broke!" ejaculated Cordts.
All the men looked and all had some remark of praise for Lucy and her mount.
Bostil gazed with a strange, irresistible attraction. Never had he expected to
live to see a wild stallion like this one, to say nothing of his daughter
mounted on him, with the record of having put Sage King out of the race!
A thousand pairs of eyes watched Wildfire. He pranced out there beyond the
crowd of men and horses. He did not want to come closer. Yet he did not seem
to fight his rider. Lucy hung low over his neck, apparently exhausted, and she
was patting him and caressing him.
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