Thunderhead - Son of Flicka Page #6

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that Albino will cut him to pieces.

Well, come on.

- They turned north.

- Heading for the Buckhorn Range.

Yeah. Come on.

- Any luck?

- Not a sign.

- That Albino has done it again, boss.

- He just can't disappear.

There's a million canyons in this range.

He could be in any one of 'em.

Well, come on. We might as well go home.

Goblin.

Dad, look!

Well, what do you think of that?

Hello, boy. Gosh, am I glad to see you.

Holy smoke!

- Dad, he's hurt. Look at his flank.

- Yimminy. He's cut all up.

- He's been hit by a hoof. A mighty big one.

- He must have had a fight with the Albino.

- Looks like he's been sideswiped.

- Is he all right? It won't stop him running?

I don't know.

He's been pretty badly shaken up.

My guess is he's going to be...

all right.

- What are you doing?

- Don't bother me. I'm busy.

Whatever it is, I'll tell your mother if you

don't tell me. I guess you'd better tell me.

I've got to get him used to the blanket

before I saddle him.

Aw, you can't break a horse.

Stay out of here. Goblin's dangerous.

Anything's liable to happen.

Ho, Goblin.

You're a big boy now, so act your age.

That will scare him, you silly.

Sure it will. But we're going to

fight this thing out, right now.

Now, look here, young man.

Didn't take me long to make him

understand what the blanket's for.

- He didn't understand. He got tired.

- Wait till I put the saddle on him.

Bet you he pulls the snubbing post

up by its roots.

Here, boy.

Dangerous.

When I climb aboard you'll see a real fight.

Whoa, Goblin.

For goodness' sake, Goblin,

don't act like an old cow.

Give me some action.

Whoa!

Stop it!

Ken! Look out!

Mrs McLaughlin!

- Goblin, stop it!

- Ken! Watch the fence, Kenny!

Mrs McLaughlin! Look!

Ho!

Ken!

Oh.

Ken! Ken, darling. Are you all right?

- It's broken. It's broken.

- What's broken?

- My stopwatch.

- Oh, Ken. I could spank you.

You don't suppose Ken set this up

in favour of Goblin, do you?

- Take him around once, son. I'll time him.

- OK, Mr Sargent.

- It was nice of you to let Ken use your track.

- I'm as interested in Goblin as he is.

Why not? That's Appalachian's colt

he's riding.

You're telling me.

- Ready, Ken?

- Yes, sir. Ready.

- Go!

- Come on, Goblin! Let's go! Come on!

- Come on! Come on!

- Ken, be careful!

- What that horse needs is a pacemaker.

- He needs more than that.

Put Joe up on Southern Belle.

Joe up on Southern Belle!

- Now you know why mothers get grey.

- That horse is unpredictable.

He doesn't like people to tell him what to do.

It makes him mad.

- Ken says he's just high-spirited.

- Uh-huh.

- Oh, isn't she beautiful?

- She can run, too.

If Goblin can catch her, we'll know he's good.

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