Thunderhead - Son of Flicka Page #4

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Banner won't stand for any nonsense.

Goblin may be the grandson

of the great Albino,

but to Banner he'll be just another colt.

Ken!

Ken! Here they come!

Dad! They're here.

Open the gate. Come on, Nell.

Do you want to see what we've got?

- Look at Goblin run.

- He's practically flying.

- What kind of watch is that?

- A stopwatch.

- Where'd you get it?

- I'm timing Goblin.

I bought it with my own money.

Look at the size of the Goblin.

Look out! Here they come!

You'd better look out too.

- Close the gate, Ken.

- Yes, Dad. Hi, Gus.

- What do you think of your horse now?

- Great. How far is it to the top of that knoll?

- A couple of hundred yards.

- He made it in almost nothing flat.

In 15 seconds.

Say, Tim. Cut out the Goblin and put him

in that other corral, will you? Thank you.

- Hey, boss.

- Hello, Gus.

Boss, Taggert and Sky High

and Brownie's missing.

- They're missing?

- Rob, they're your prize mares.

- Maybe wolves got them.

- Cougars.

- If they did, we would have found signs.

- What could have happened to them?

They probably strayed.

We'll go and find them.

It's no use. Tim and me

looked everywhere for them.

- You sure?

- Ja, boss.

- Well, I guess that settles it.

- Yep. That settles it.

Thanks, Gus.

Come on, Hildy.

The herd's so small

we can't afford to lose those mares.

- We'll have to buy some others.

- They're so expensive.

And with Ken's schooling,

and Gus and Tim to pay, and the taxes.

Well, we'll figure it out some way.

Now, don't you start to fret.

Things are going to be all right.

OK, Goblin. You can quit your fooling.

The way things are going around here,

it's about time you and I got to work.

That's the boy.

Come on. Oh, so you're gonna

be that way, huh?

- Bet you miss.

- Stay out of here. You'll get yourself killed.

- By thatjughead?

- Do as I tell you.

I told you you'd miss.

I won't miss next time.

What did I tell you?

Ken, look out!

Ho!

Ho.

Get down.

Ho.

Ho, doggone you.

Mrs McLaughlin!

Mrs McLaughlin!

Come on. Ho!

- See? What did I tell you?

- Rob, stop him!

Throw him down, Kenny. Throw him!

Stay with him, son.

- How do you like that?

- Pretty good.

- Let me see you pull that off.

- What's going on here?

Oh, nothing much.

I'm just breaking Goblin, that's all.

- Are you sure it isn't the other way around?

- Of course not.

Why, I've got him

practically eating out of my hand.

Yeah. I can see what you mean.

Yeah. Well, all I need

is just a little more time.

Hello, Goblin.

Here, boy. Look.

Sugar. You're not supposed to have it,

but I know you like it.

There. Good, isn't it?

Yes, sir. You and I are going to get along fine.

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