Lucy thought she dared to try to pull these thorns out.

She had never in her life been afraid of any horse.

Farlane, Holley, all the riders, and her father, too, had tried to make her realize the danger in a horse, sooner or later.

But Lucy could not help it; she was not afraid; she believed that the meanest horse was actuated by natural fear of a man; she was not a man and she had never handled a horse like a man.

This red stallion showed hate of the black horse and the rope that connected them; he showed some spirit at the repeated blasts of Sage King.