I have good old faithful Nagger." "Would you go try to hunt another wild stallion--like Wildfire ?" asked Lucy, curiously.

She was playing with the wonderful sweet consciousness of her power to render happiness when she chose.
"No more horse-huntin' for me," declared Slone.

"An' as for findin' one like Wildfire--that'd never be." "Suppose I won't accept him ?" "How could you refuse?
Not for me but for Wildfire's sake! ...

But if you could be mean an' refuse, why, Wildfire can go back to the desert." "No!" exclaimed Lucy.
"I reckon so." Lucy paused a moment.

How dry her tongue seemed! And her breathing was labored! An unreal shimmering gleam shone on all about her.