Evening star., 1938-01-30
Mogoxins Section
Annr,ins Section

M00oxlno SoeSton
struggle. What men could do, there in the
scented dark, they did, but they were puny
things compared to this primal conflict.
In twenty minutes it was over and Satin was
down, his supremacy done for.
They tried to rescue him, to drive the golden
horse away, but he would have none of it. He
finished Satin with his pounding hoofs and
squealing high and shrill, he struck away and
took the running mares along.
So it was that Golden Glory went bad" as
Harl had said, and left the world of men behind
him. The north pasture contained four thou
sand acres and it was two full weeks before any
one laid eyes on him again. Chiefly because
Boss Jim had shaken his head and said. LET
BE- am to blame Well let him live while as
nature meant him to-
Harley White swore long and earnestly, but
so it was. Only Little Jim finding the empty
corral next day was inconsolable. He wept and
would not be comforted, neither with new chaps
nor the pinto pony his father bought to ease his
heart. He strutted in the chaps and loved the
pony but Ike roasted on the top sapling for many
moon. lone little figure, grieving for some
mysterious thing in Glory's loss which his father
could not fathom.
The summer passed and winter came with its
storms and snow, and still no one caught Glory.
He returned carefully when his mares were
driven down. to stand far off and whistle shrilly.
but he would not come close, nor permit
mounted man to come within gunshot of him.
"Outlaw," they called him. and killer"
and shook horse-wise heads
But it seemed, that they were wrong. for he
loved peacefully in his priceless freedom and
showed no fight to anything.
mo challenge" the punchers said, 'you
let him find something bent on fight and see."
With spring again he was more beautiful
than ever, as though he bloomed with hard
ship, and the men saw him often though never
near He had had enough of prison.
That year Little Jim must start to school.
The pinto pony was safe and gentle. and JIMMY
was rider of the first water. so he was very
big in his new estate, with his small books in a
bag on his shoulder riding three miles to the
schoolhouse on a neighbor's land.
Boss" he asked his father, "can come
through tn big pasture? It's closer. can open
gates" His eyes were guarded. thinking of
Glory.
mo, kid" Mason said, there's bull in
there. That big red one. He's not so good"
But won't get off, ," the child teased. "aint
no bull goin' to bother horse"
Il know" Boss Jim said with finality. but
nothing doing. You go round by the road"
The child subsided. but just as he had lived
with Golden Glory secretly, so he crossed the
pasture secretly for two whole weeks before he
was found out. Then he had the argument of
safety. and as he had always done with Annie's
son against his better judgment, his father let
him continue.
And many time he sat in his small saddle
and watched the golden horse standing on some
rise watching him with the wild blue eyes that
were so beautiful. Never had the horse forgot
ten the child, and sometimes he would call
ringing message across the distance, stamping,
tossing his handsome head. But not even Little
Jim could draw him down from his high free
DOM 1t was to take something more than the
child himself, safe on the lazy pony. 1t was to
take danger - and challenge - and maybe the
long, past, remembered nights by the corral,
fence, the child's hands on his face with mys-
terious comfort.
1t was to take day in early fall, and Little
Jims precious books falling from broken strap
on the little sack because he had stopped to
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