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/ ar .-t---~ THE STORY THUS FAR: Thunder. head, or the Goblin as he is commonly known, is the only white horse ever born on the Goose Bar ranch in Wyoming. He grows from an ugly, misshapen colt to a powerful yearling, showing more and more characteristics of his great grandsire, a wild stallion called the Al- bino. One day the Goblin wanders south- ward into the mountains and finds a high valley where wild horses live. He encounters the Albino, and barely es-' capes with his llfe. Meanwhile his mother Fllcka bears another colt named Touch and Go. Goblin returns, badly injured. When his wounds are healed Ken McLaughlin, his 12-year-old owner, begins the difficult task of training him. CHAPTER XII Late one afternoon, after an hour ol such struggling, a fury came Into Ken and he began to lash Thun- derhead with his crop. He lashed him until he was exhausted. With his other hand he held the reins and forced the horse this way and that. With his heels he spurred him. Tears of weakness and rage stood in his eyes. Suddenly Thunderhead had the impulse to obey. Generations of breeding had put a knowledge into him of the horse's part of horseman- ship, a realization that obedience to a skilled rider makes one out of the two, makes teamwork out of the ride, something almost like a dance, a performance that a horse cannot achieve alone. He leaned his mouth against the feather lightness of Ken's hands, and, obedient to them, exercised skills that he had never exercised before. There was grace to his movement now, grace and con- trol and technique. There was joy in it. He stopped fighting the bit. As if he had learned all that Ken had been trying to teach him, or had known it all along, he swung right or left at the least touch of the rein on his neck or the lean of his rider's body. His steps were pliant, pranc- ing. He delighted in the quick, easy turns, in responding to the hands that lifted him into a longer and longer stride. When Thunderhead achieved obe- dience, he enlarged himself. The skill and the will of another being were added to his own skill and will. He was having a new experience and it ran through his body like quicksilver. He loved Nell, but no- body had fought him and warred with him and lashed him and taught him obedience but Ken. At last Ken let him out fully and urged him with voice and hands and heels. Thunderhead began to run. His hoofs reached forward and seized the ground with a slashing cut that barely touched and rebounded, A feeling of extraordinary ease went through Ken. No effort was needed, there was no more strug- gling, he and the colt were one at last. The fight was over and now-- this! Mastery! Underneath him was something of such strength and pow- er as he had never dreamed of. It surged into him. It was his own. A clump of rocks ,was ahead of them. Ken did not swerve--the least tightening of his knees, lift of his hands--and the stallion sailed over, hardly altering his stride. The fence over there by the road! Take it, Thunderhead, and the long soaring leap---the light landing-- Everything seemed different to Ken. He looked around. He saw, felt, apprehended as he never had before, as if he had been let into a secret world that no one else knew anything about. The wind whipped his cheeks and filled his mouth and beat upon his eyeballs and whistled in his ears. The pace! The incredi- ble speed! The strange floating gait! Those long reaching strides seemed almost slow, like the overhand strokes of a swimmer. Then the lightning-quick slash at the ground, and again the rush through the air. No obstacles could stop him. There were none. They floated over them. The world rolled out from under the stallion's hoofs. They were cov- ering ground Ken had never seen be- fore. He made no effort to guide him. They were on the mountains -they were in the sky--Clouds, tree~, earth, streamed past. A group of antelope~ He saw their fright- ened leaps--their startled faces-- they were gone! Ken's consciousness was fused with all that there was in the world. He had gathered it in. He was the pulse-beat. He was the kernel. This is it. He sat at the supper table that night in a dream, J~mable to speak or eat. He wondered if Thunder!% td would ever do it again. When he had dismounted and unsaddled the eclt and had stood looking into his face---looking into the future, his hands trembling because he knew, now, beyond all doubt, what the horse could do--he saw that Thun. derhead still hated him. The dark, white-ringed eye looked at him side- ways, viciously. "How did the colt go today, Ken?" "He weP*--better, dad." "'Did y~u get him to go forward ander the saddle?" "Yes, sir." "Did you get him running?" "Sort of--" Rob McLaughlin looked search- tngly at his son. He asked no more. It was a warm August e~ening. Rob was driving to a ranch south- west of his own to inspect a mare. I~ had tmen told she was a regi$- THE BILLINGS COUNTY PIONEER tered thoroughbred, had been a rac- er, and was for sale cheap. The number of his own brood mares was down to sixteen. They were getting old. He had lost four in the last two years, and two more must be sold before fall because they would not live through another win- ter on the range. Colorado farmers who kept a few horses stabled through the winter might buy them for the sake of the foals they would drop in the spring. They would bring very little at auction but any- thing would be better than feeding them to the coyotes on the Saddle Back. Nell was driving with him. They were on one of the back roads, not much more than wheel tracks on the prairie grass. It was at Just that moment of the evening when headlights are of no use and day- light is not enough. The car swept ahead so swiftly, and at times so roughly, that Nell was about to pro- test, but one look at Rob's face stopped her. He had his angry driv- ing look. Nell withdrew a little into her own corner and sighed. It might have been a pleasant evening. She al- ways enjoyed a drive at the end of the day when her wor~ was done, but if he was going to be like this-- "Gypsy hasn't long to go either," said Rob abruptly. "At this rate, my band of brood mares will soon be cut in half." "Couldn't you put some of the younger mares in the brood mare bunch?" asked Nell. "There are those three five-year-olds--the sor- rels-they're wonderful mares." "To be bred back to their own sire?" "That's line-breeding, isn't it? "A new purebred stallion!" ex- claimed Ne~. You're always talking about it." "But you can't do it indiscrimi- nately. They have to be picked in- dividuals. There isn',t one of those mares good enough." "What'll you do for brood mares then, Rob?" "Buy some more, I suppose, the way I bought all the others. Travel around to the race tracks--pick up mares of good blood that can't race any more." Nell made no answer. Rob want- ed to fight. He didn't waist to see a way out or to make any compro- mise. She changed the subject. "Rob, I've been thinking about Thunderhead. Ken is so awfully happy about him now--the speed he's developed. Do you think it's absolutely necessary to gold him?" "He's a two-year-old," said Rob harshly. "All the other twos are to be gelded, why shouldn't he be?" "Ken is simply having a fit about it," said Nell. "Ken is a pain in the neck." "Besides," said Nell, "he's not really two yet--just twenty-two months." Rob explained, with weary pa- tience as if to a child of subnormal intelligence, "We wait until they are two to geld them in order to give their necks time to develop. But Thunderhead's neck is already de- veloped like a three-year-old's. He could have been gelded six months ago." i Rob's tone of voice served notice on her that he didn't want to hear any more of that. She closed her llps tight but the seething thoughts went on behind them. They them- selves were heading into financial disaster just as fast as they could gallop. It was this fall that Howard was to go east to Bostwick's Preparatory School, and the tuition was twelve hundred dollars and half of it bad to be paid in advance. Where was that money going to come from? And the money for his outfit and traveling expenses? She hadn't dared ask Rob. There would have to be eight hundred dollars by September the tenth. Perhaps there wouldn't be. At the thought of aban- doning their plans for the boys' edu- cation her hand began to tap nerv- ously on her knee. No. Anything but that. It would only be two years at Bostwick's and then into West Point and no more expense. A way must be found. But that wasn't all. What about their own ex~penses for the coming year? They would need two thousand dollars to live on, and there was a thousand dollars of un-. paid bills~-hardware, veterinary, el- evator, machine repair shop---and that five thousand dollar note to be paid in October--it had to be paid. Last year the man had extended it ~a r a year and said that was the st time. She sat nervously upright. "Rob ---is Bellamy going to take the lease for the sheep again this fall?". "I don't know. Haven't asked him yet. But I suppose he will. Why?" The last word was shot at her bal- ligerently. "Well--I was Just wondering. The lease mouey--that fifteen hundred dollars--it means a good deal to US." Rob playfully grabbed her by the head with his free hand and shook her. "Now you're worrying about money. Don't bother your little head about that. I'll attend to it." "Ouch!" said Nell, catching at her head. "You hurt." She rearranged her hair, and returned to her thoughts. Rob, of course, would nev- er see or think what he didn't want to. But suppose he were different? Suppose he were openminded and reasonable--what ought they to do? What did people do when they had spent half their lives doing some- thing that was, apparently, going to bring them to the poorhouse if con- tinued? They did not fling good years after bad. They changed. They took another road. But Rob? It was as if he were hypnotized--as if he could not turn or change. He wouldn't even discuss it. Suddenly she felt angry. Here they were partners in the greatest possible en- terprise-family life--and she must suffer the consequences of failure as well as he, yet he would never al- low discussions on unpleasant themes. He would shout at her, browbeat her, create such friction and unpleasantness that she could not bear it---it wasn't fair. Suddenly Rob burst out: "I can see.that I've been awfully dumb." "What do you mean?" "I've always thought that you were with me." "With you?" "In everything I did. The ranch, my work, the horses, my plans---ev- berything." "But Rob--of course I--" "You used to be," he interrupted. "I don't know when you changed. I've just been going along like a fool taking it for granted." "Taking what for granted?" "That you had confidence in me.'" "You oughtn't to put it that way. Married people ought to talk things over with each other and you never will. It isn't that I haven't cont. dence in you--" "But you haven't. That is, you- have no confidence in my ever mak- ing a go of the horses. I know I will if I hang on. I'll force it to succeed. You used to know it too. You were with me. But you don't know it any longer." Nell was silent. "Just exactly what would yeu like me 'to do?" he asked grimly. "I--I-don't know--" "That's just it. You don't know. You don't know anything about it. But while I'm doing all I can to make a go of it--lying awake nights planning how I can keep up or im- prove my horses and find the best markets, you're just sitting back waiting for the crash so that you can pick up the pieces." "Well," she suddenly whispered, "we are on the downgrade, have been for years. You've said it your- .self. You're the'one who told ms. You're the one who's worrying your- self sick about it. And we're not making any sort of change in our lives, in our plans, so why expeot a change in the results?" Rob stood facing her, feet apart, his dark head, so significant and arresting~ dropped on his chest. The moonligh~ changed his ruddiness of skin to a greenish pallor. Suddenly Nell held out her arms --nothing mattered--she went to him, He pushed her away. "Don't, Nell, I can't stand it." She backed away, feeling humili- ated. She might have known he didn't want comfort or cbddling, he wanted his head up again--before her. But what could she do about that? While she stood, clasping her hands frantically together and fight- ing the tears that in a moment could be a flood, Rob walked away from her and disappeared. In such moments of unendurable hurt, lovers run away from each other. Nell walked down toward the cor- rals and stood against the fence. Presently she saw the horses ap- proaching, Thunderhead and Touch And Go. He came to the fence, she spoke his name and held out her hand. He came close, she laid her hand on his face. ,'Thunderhead -- Thunderhead---" He felt her grief as horses always do, and shoved his nose against her. Touch And Go must do as her big brother did and pushed her nose up ~[or petting too. When Nell went in, half an hour later, she found Rob sitting in his den, reading the paper, knees com- fortably crossed and pipe in his mouth. (TO BE CON'I~NtTJ~ EDITOR'S NOTE: This newspaper, through special arrangement with the Washington Bt~reau o/ Western News. paper Union at 1616 Eye Street, N. W Washington, D. C is able to bring readers this weekly column on prob. lems of the veteran and serviceman and his ]amily. Questions may be ad. dressed to the above Bureau and they will be answered in a subsequent cob umn. No replies can be made direct by mail, but only in the column which will appear in this newspaper regularly. New Veterans' Hospitals Enlargement of the facilities of the Veterans' administration for more adequate care of returning disabled war veterans is getting un- der way with the announcement re- cently that locations had been ap- proved for 19 new veterans' adminis- SEWING CIRCLE NEEDLEWORK Exquisitely Embroidered Cases 5030 Gift Pillowcases. tration hospitals and additions to 15 H ERE is a de luxe wedding or existing hospitals to provide a total i Christmas gift idea. 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In the meantime, Gen. Omar N. Bradley, Vetera'ns' administrator. has announced appointment of Dr. Paul B. Magnuson, associate pro- fessor of surgery at Northwestern university, to be head of the re- search and post-graduate training program in the veterans' hospitals throughout the country. Dr. Mag- nuson is considered one of the coun- try's outstanding surgeons and or- thopedic specialists. Questions and Answers Q. 1 was inducted in the army and served seven months when I was discharged on account of age. Four of us asked officers if they wished we would get out and they answered, yes. So we went to an employment office in Tacoma and received a slip say- ing we were more vital to the war industry than In the army and on those grounds they gave us a discharge. Now they tell us we are uot entitled to mus- tering-out pay. At that time we knew nothing about mustering- out pay. Also am I entitled to a serviceman's loan.---C. H Hammond ave Superior Wis. A. Probably you are not entitled to mustering-out pay. It may be that you were discharged before mustering-out pay was adopted, and if not, you were discharged for your own convenience to take a Job in war industry, and without overseas service, are not entitled to mus- tering-out pay. You are entitled to benefits of the G.I. bill, however, Q. My husband Joined the ms,- rine corps in June, 1942. He spent 18 months overseas, re- ceived 3 bronze stars and the presidential unit citation, but because his record book was late in arriving at the islands, he has.not been credited with the bronze stars. How can this error be corrected? He has Just been sent back to the Pacific with 57 points. ! have been told all marines with 40 points would no~ be sent over again. He sh6uld be credited with 7Z or 77 points. How can this be car. rected?---Mrs. L. L Carpenter st Northville, Mich. A. Any superior officer who knows tour husband's record could cor- rect his record insofar as the bronze stars are concerned, the marine corps says. It is true that it is the policy of the marine corps not to re~ ship men with 40 points overseas. It is also true that your husband has' more than enough points to make him eligible for discharge. The ma- rine corps, however, says there are many reasons why he may have been shipped back for duty, one be- ing, he may have requested over- seas service. Suggest you write di- rect to the marine corps headquar- ters, Washington, D. C and ask for details concerning your husband's record. Q. Can a serviceman stop his allotment to his wife and child? A. If you mean his family allow- ante, which is made up of equal con- trJbutions from the soldier's pay and the army, no, he canno~ stop that. He can stop his allotment, which is a voluntary contribution of the sol- dier to his dependents over and above his family allowance. Q. 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