Ride out here as often as you can.

Bring a light saddle an' let me put you up on Wildfire.

You'll run him, train him, get him in shape.

Then the day of the races or the night before I'll go in an' hide out in the sage till you come or send for Wildfire." "Oh, it'll be glorious," she cried, with eyes like stars.

"I know just where to have you hide.