48/59 An' look--how strange! That wild stallion--that killer of horses, why he follows you, he whistles for you, he runs like lightnin' for you; he LOVES you." Slone had attacked Lucy in her one weak point. She dared not look at Wildfire. Yes--all, that was true Slone had said. How desperately hard to think of forfeiting the great race she knew she could win! "Never! I'll never ride your Wildfire AGAIN!" she said, very, low. |