Riding High Page #3

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Solved her problem.

- She'd hear the bell, find the colt.

- Clever.

Put the other one on.

After a while,

an amazing thing happened.

You won't believe this,

but this is absolutely true.

That little colt, he realized that

something was wrong with his mother.

And he wouldn't leave her side.

Gee, I can remember we used to turn

the colts and the mares out.

They'd head lickety-split

for the field, just kicking,

playing, buckjumping,

but not Broadway Bill. No, sir.

He'd stay with her, and he'd lead

her every step of the way, over rocks,

around the ditches and the ruts

until he got her safely into the pasture.

You'd just have to love a little egg

like that, wouldn't you?

- I don't blame you.

- That's him.

Out in the barn,

that's Broadway Bill!

Well, then a lot of bad breaks

came along.

Couldrt win a race, horses got sick,

lost a few of them,

and up to my ears in debts.

Then you came along,

asked me if I had a winner.

So in three days, I sold the whole kit

and caboodle of them, you remember?

Paid off my debts and proposed to you

every hour on the hour.

Promised to quit racing

and followed you here to Higginsville,

but I couldn't come without

Broadway Bill.

I figured maybe after

our kids grew up,

he'd make a nice little horse

for them to hack around on.

Whitey... Couldrt leave old Whitey,

not after all we'd been through

together, working and starving.

So Broadway Bill's a 3-year-old now,

and he's a runner!

- Maybe a great runner, Maggie.

- Oh, it's a wonderful story, darling.

But, as you say,

you're through with racing.

And if you think that old mare's

got a problem,

I've gotta get you to that meeting

on time or be disowned. Come on!

Maggie, wait, wait.

Let's duck the meeting tonight.

- Duck the meeting?

- Yeah. Let's you and I

go somewhere and just sit

under the moon together and talk.

I want to talk about a few things.

Father would throw a royal fit.

You know we've got to go.

Why? What difference does it make?

He does all the talking anyhow.

We just sit there

with our heads on hinges.

"Yes, J.L. Of course, J.L.

Oh, you're so right, J.L."

I'd like to go to one of those meetings

with a stiff neck sometime.

- Throw the whole thing out of tempo.

- Oh, Dan, stop.

Father has great plans for you.

That's why the others are all so jealous.

Yeah, "the others". Look, let's go over

and stand in front of the house

and throw rocks at the meeting.

What do you say?

- Dan, it's almost 7.

- Well, do you want to throw rocks?

No. And neither would you

if you had any sense.

Remember, you'll be calling those

meetings someday. Now, come on!

We can't afford to be late again.

You know Father. Come on!

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