"Of course, because you really love horses, don't you?"
"Better than anything else. Of course, there are mean ones. But a real
good horse comes close to making an ordinary man feel ashamed of
himself. Why, see what a horse will do! He will go anywhere--work all
day and all night if he has to--run till he breaks his heart to save a
fellow's life, and always be a friend. A horse never acts like eight
hours was his day's work. He is willing at any time and all the
time--and self-respectin' and clean. I reckon a knowin' horse just plumb
loves a man that is good to him."
Louise, her gray eyes wide and pensive, gazed at the young cowboy. "How
old is the colt?" she asked.
"They say three years. But she's older than that in brains. She is
leading older horses than her."
"Then if you worked seven years for her, she would be ten years old
before you owned her."
"You caught me there. I didn't think of that."
"Uncle Walter says she is outlaw. I believe she could be tamed. Boyar
was pretty wild before he was broken to ride."
"If you want that pony, Miss Louise, she's yours. I guess I could break
her."
"They won't sell her. No, I was only romancing. Isn't she beautiful! She
seems to be almost listening to us.
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