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/ / THE BILLINGS COUNTY PIONEER THE STORY THUS FAR: Flicka's colt, long overdue, is born on Goose Bar ranch, high in the Rockies. Ken Me- Laughlin, Flicka's 12-year-old owner, is startled to see that the colt is white, and evidently a throwback to the Albino, wild horse that is Flicka's grandsire. Hob McLaughlin, Ken's father, rides out to bring in Banner, the stallion. With him go Colonel Harris and Charlie Sar- gent, millionaire horse breeder. Colonel Harris gets a wild ride. Later the party gets Its first glimpse of the white colt. Nobody likes it but Ken. His mother, who names the horses, first calls it the Goblin, but later changes to Thunder- head for Ken's benefit.Ken tries to keep falth in his horse. CHAPTER Vl They went down to dinner. "And now," said Rob genially, "Ken's got something to tell us. He'.s going to tell us who is really the sire of that white foal up in the corral." Ken had thought he was prepared for it, but it was a shock all the same, and unpleasant feelings went through him. He couldn't find words. His mind was in a fog. "The sire[" exclaimed Harris, astonished, "Why, what's this? I thought Banner was the sire of all your foals." "Not that one," grinned Rob. "Your mare is perfectly safe, Mort. You'll have a fine little sorrel colt ---dead ringer for Banner--when she foals next summer. I told you, Ban- ner breeds true. Sorrels. Like as peas in a pod." "Hah!" exclaimed Charley. "You're crawling. Just because you've got a throwback, you're go- ing to disown it! Didn't think it of you, Rob!" "Come on, Ken," said Rob, "who is the sire of that little goblin up there?" Ken, without turning around, jerked his head and elbow in the direction of Charley Sargent. "That big black stud of hiM" "Vc'hose ?" "Mr. Sargent's." "Ouch!" shouted Sargent. Then, "Do you let him tell whoppers like that, Bob? Or is he given to pipe dreams?" Rob was as astonished as anyone. "Appalachian, Ken?" "Yes, sir." "Why, he doesn't even know Ap- palachian," shouted Sargent. "Ken ---did you ever see him? He's never been off my ranch, and that's twenty miles away." Ken answered, "He's that big black stallion with three white socks and a white star between his eyes. He hangs out in that little draw by the quakin'-asp and the box elder where the fence crosses your line. Twenty miles away by the high- way, but about eight miles of straight riding across country. Only one gate to go through, and your buck fence to take down." There was a shocked silence. Then, as Ken's words sank home, Charley Sargent jumped to his feet. His long brown face was serious for once, his big hat a little awry, a frown between his brows. "I don't believe it! It couldn't be! Why---that little misbegotten pup up there--son of Appalachian!" In two strides he reached Ken, seized him by the shoulder and yanked him up. "Stand up here." He set the boy on the low wooden table facing them all. Ken's face was a little pale, but his dark blue eyes looked at his father without flinchipg. "Come on, Ken," said Rob, "let's have the story. I'll begin it for you. A year ago last spring we decided Flicka should be bred." "No, sir, it was the fall before that. About Thanksgiving time. You and mother said we'd breed Flicka as soon as she was old enough and get a foal." "That's right. I remember now. You and Howard were home from school for the Thanksgiving week- end." "Yes. And when we went back to school, all winter long I was think- Ing about that. And when I came home for the spring vacation at Eas- ter, you remember you let me start working with Flicka and riding her a little, because she was just exact- [y two years old and strong and well-grown. And you said I was light enough so it wouldn't hurt her back any. And I worked her out with the blanket and surcingle and began to ride her. And during that vaca- tion do you remember the time you took me in to town with you and we met Mr. Sargent and had dinner with him at the Mountain Hotel? And he was talking about his stud, about Appalachian. And bra--well, praising him and praising him. And then he got to brag--well, praising all the colts he ~ad had from him---" Ken paused, looking interrogative" ly at his father, and Rob grinned. "Yes, I remember. He praised 'era. It's a habit he's got." Harris laughed and Sargent's hand pinched Kea's shoulder a little harder and he said, "Get on with your story, young man." "Well, so you see--when I weak back to school after that Easter vacation I was thinking about Ap- palachian." Rob groaned. "And when Ken be- gins to think about something, I don't mind telling you, it's a single track mind." "So," said Ken doggedly, "when I got home in June that's what l was thinking about. I rode over sev- eral times on Cigarette to look at kppalachian." MARY A IIA VV.N.U. F'I=ATURE.S"e'~" ~ -. ,-~ w "The hell you did!" said Charley. "Well--" with some eagerness, "what did you think of him?" "Oh," Ken's voice rose in enthusi- asm, "just what you did! I agreed with all the proud things you said about him!" "Thank you for that, son!" "And what then, Ken?". asked Rob. "Well, that was about the time to breed Flicka. And you told me to see to it." Rob's eyes narrowed and glanced away as he tried to remember. Nell nodded. "I remember that, Bob. You had moved Banner and the brood mares up onto the Saddle Back. There were just the saddle mares in---Flicka and Taggert. And you told Ken it was his responsi- bility, and that when she came around he was to take her to the stallion." Rob nodded. "I remember. Well, Ken?" Ken's words came with a strug- gle. "Well you see, I had been think- ing and thinking about Appala- chian, because we wanted Flicka's foal to be a racer, and Banner was never a racer. And when I remem- bered all Mr. Sargent had said about him, and every colt he had got by him, why then--why thenm'' "Well?" prompted Charley. "Well, when she came in heat, I just rode her over there one day--it took me most of the day--and put her in the pasture with Appalachian --and when she was bred I rode her home again. That's all." There was silence for a moment as Ken finished his recital. Sudden- ly Harris burst out laughing. How- ard stared in open-mouthed awe at his younger brother. The stunt itself was nothing to the secrecy with which it had been concealed for more than a year. It was a faculty "Flicka to Appalachiam, 12:30 p. m. June 28." Howard was envious of--to do un- usual things--and then keep them entirely to yourself. Rob said, ,'You took that long, six. teen-mile ride on your mare?" "Yes, sir. I got off and rested her now and then. You were letting me ride her because you said she had Ken said, "It was a day when you and mother had been in town. And you stayed there for lunch and you didn't get home until late in the afternoon." Ken was keeping his " a biggest punch to the end. Anyw .Y, " he I can prove it to you, dad, added. "How?" Ken stepped ,down from the wit- ness stand and vanished into the house. They heard his steps going upstairs. He returned holding out a paper, folded and wrinkled and soiled. He handed it to Rob who opened it with a mystified air and read it silently, then passed it to Charley. Ion- time Sargent stared at it a g , then read aloud slowly, "FLICKA TO APPALACHIAN, 12.30 P. M. JUNE 28th. Sargent flung down the paper, sprang to his feet and shouted, "I don't believe lt]" then, with one long leap over the flower border, turned his back and went striding up to the corraL "This beats me," said Rob. "I didn't dream it was Appalachian. I knew it wasn't Banner. What I thought was that the Albino was somewhere in the neighborhood again and that he had got to the mare--or perhaps that Ken's mind had been working overtime and cooked up some crazy scheme and that he had taken her out to him." Charlie came striding back. "Gimme a drink, Rob--if this is true, it's a terrible blow." "It's true all right," said Colonel Harris. "I watched Ken's face when he told it. His face was straight and the stor3'a straight." Charley gulped down the drink Rob poured for him and as Rob filled the other glasses, held his out again. "Hope this won't make you take to drink, Charley," said Harris dry- ly. "Brace up[ Lots of people hava family secrets to hide!" "We won't" give it away, Char- ley," chuckled Rob. Charley didn't even hear them. He threw off his hat and ran one hand distractedly through his hair. "May- be it didn't take," he exclaimed sud- dc, qaly. "Maybe, later on in the sum- mer she was bred by some other stallion. That's it!" he said excited- ly, "You said the colt came months later than you expected!" But Ken shook his head. "She was never out on the range again. You set, that was the first summer I had been able to do much with her or ride her at all. She was a two- year-old. And I had her down here in the stable or the home pasture all summer so that she would be well schooled by the time I had to leave the ranch in the fall. And there weren't any other stallions around." Nell nodded. "That's true. She was underfoot all summer. Ken did ev- erything but have her in the kitchen:" "I did have her in the kitchen, Mother[ Remember the time you put the oat bucket in the kitchen sink, and I called her in, and she walked right in and went all around the kitchen, looking at everything and smelling it, and then ate her oats at the sink?" "Look here, Ken," said Rob, "do you realize that you stole that serv- ice? You heard what Mr. Sargent said at dinner--that the stud fee for Appalachian is $250.00." "I've always told you, Ken," his father rubbed it in, "that you cost me money every time you turn around." "Cost you money! $, "Well--you owe that money to Charley here and you can't pay it. "No, sir." "Someone's got to pay it." "I should say-ay-ay not!" ex- claimed Charley. "If that's the Ap- palachian's foal, you owe me for nothing. On the contrary, I owe Ken an apology. And the nice little mare too." Ken began to breathe again and glanced at his father to see if there were to be any penalties from that quarter. "If Mr. Sargent forgives you the debt, Ken, I've got nothing to ppy." "Here comes the Goblin newt" exclaimed Howard. Gus had let the horses out of the corral to pasture and Flicka and her foal and Taggert and the geld- ings were coming to water at the round stone fountain in the middle of the Green. The men and boys went down to look at them more closely. "That's a beautiful mare," said Charley, looking at Flicka's glossy golden coat, her full, faxen tail and mane, and the gentleness and intelligence in the golden eyes she turned to them. She mouthed the cool water, letting streams of it run from her muzzle, then turned her head to her foal again. "Dad," said Ken miserably, "is he--really--so awful?" Rob hestitated. "Well, Ken, no- body could say he has good con- formation. He is shaped like a full- grown horse, a bronc at that. He'll have to change a good deal." "But he will, dad! He'll grow!" "He'll grow in some ~pots and shrink in others. That jug- head!" Ken looked at the head. It was certainly too large. It had a ter- ribly stubbo ,rn, look. 'Hi, fellah[ said Charley to the foal, then turned to" Ken.--Well, you win, Ken. I believe your story. Your Goblin is by my Appalachian, and if you want papers, you can have them." "I can only have half papers, sir, because Flicka only has hall pa- pers." '"You oughtn't to have any papers at all with a stolen service, Ken," said his father. , , I II waive that, said Charley. "Do you realize, Rob, that this little Goblin has Appalachian~for a sire, Banner for a grandsire, and the Albino for a great grandsire? That ought to be enough T.N.T, to bust him wide open." Winter again. Blizzards. Wild storms. Days of terrible loneliness and lear with Rob out in weather when a man should be safe besids his own fire--perhaps on the high. ways hauling feed in the truck, and the day passing--hours crawling past with no sign of him return. ing. Then night coming on. She'd be standing by the north window at the far end of the house looking out into the darkness, watching. Fez what? What could you see in the inky blackness? Or even if it wan daylight what could you sea hut snow falling and falling, white as a winding sheet? You could see tim lights. The two big headlighta oi Rob's truck coming, way off on the ranch road. You could catch them soon after the truck left the Lincolr HighwaY, lose them when thej curved in near the woods, then catct them again before they cache dow~ the hill. Lights boring through the darkness coming slowly down the hill with a load of oats or baled hay. (TO BE CONTINUED) Fattening Lambs One help in putting weight on lambs is to keep sheep and lambs free from parasites, especially nodu- lar worms and stomach worms. In- festation with parasites holds back growth and increases feed costs. Serious losses from parasites can be prevented by providing clean pasture, by the use of phenotbiazine, and by taking other precautions. Bike Passenger You invite disaster when you carry another person on your bike Egg Eating Egg eating by chickens is a habit usually developed by young pullets. This costly habit can be prevented by providing plenty of nests--one nest for each six birds--so eggs will not be broken by nest crowding at laying time. All nest bottoms can be kept well padded with litter such as hay, straw, cottonseed, shav- ings, so eggs will not be broken as they are laid. If the egg-eating habit has gone so far that some of the birds break the eggs themselves, it may be necessary to remove those birds from the flock for a few days or dispose of them entirely. Ilcating Safety One of the most notable innova- tions in safe heating is the wet base boiler in which watee circulates un- der the ash pit. The fact that the boiler can be placed on a combusti- ble Iloor is of interest in connection with the trend toward the basement- less house In such houses it is often desirable to install the boiler oo a woaden floor iq a utilily room or !:i~chen. O~hcr safely features of modern boilers are foot-treadle door qpenels, ig:fll-shapcd, air-cooled ha,> jlca and side shakers, m;Iking it ~asier to open and clo~e dooFs. 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