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THE STOnY SO FAltt Ten-year-old
Ren McLaughlin given an opportunity to
choose any yearling on hit family's Wy-
oming ranch picks the Oily of a "loco"
mare. Ills father a retired army officer
it disappointed by Ken's choice and by
nil failure at ichool. When Fllcka the
Illy Is badly hurt trying to Jump the
corral fence Ken takes the opportunity
to make rrlendt with the wild UtUe colt.
Although he Is now convlriced that rilcka
Is not "loco" like bcr mother Captain
McLaughlin does pot think the will get
well nut Ken who alwayt wanted a colt
of hit own Is ttill hopeful. Ho believes
he can tame TUcka who It to blm
tomethlng One and beautiful.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER XVII
At dinner. Ken ate nothing. How
ard said "Ken isn't eating his din-
nerdoesn't he have to eat Moth-
er?" But Nell answered "Leave 'him
alone "
Ken had Understood what his fa-
ther meant when he said "I won't
have a thing like that an my place."
To allow an animal to die a linger-
ing death was something his father
would not do. Fllcka was to be shot.
He didn't hear his father give the
order to Gus. "Pick a time when
Ken isn't around Gus and take the
Winchester and put the filly out of
her misery."
"Ja Boss ''
Ken watched the gun rack in the
dining room. All the guns were
standing in it. No guns were al
lowed in the bunk house. Going
through the dining room to the kitch-
en three tirries a day for meals
Ken's eyes scanned the weapons to
make sure they were all there. That
night they were not all there. The
Winchester was missing.
When Ken saw that he stopped
walking. He felt dizzy. He kept
staring nt the gUn rack telling him-
self that it surely was there he
counted again he couldn't see
clearly.
Then he felt an arm across his
shoulders and heard his father's
voice. "I know son. Some things
are awful hard to take. We just
have to take 'em. I have to too."
Ken got hold of his father's hand
and held on. It helped steady him.
Finally he looked up. Rob looked
down and srrfiled at him and gave
him a little shake and squeeze. Ken
managed a smile too.
"All right now?"
"All right Dad."
They walked in to supper together.
Ken even ate a little. But Nell
looked thoughtfully at the ashen col-
or of his face; and at the little
pulse that was beating in the side of
his neck.
After supper Ken carried Fllcka
her oats but he had to coax her
and she would hardly touch them.
She stood with her head hanging
but when he stroked it and talked
to her she pressed her face into his
chest and was content.
He could feel the burning heat of
her body. It didn't seem possible
that anything so thin could be alive.
Presently Ken saw Gus come into
the pasture carrying the Winches-
ter. When he saw Ken he changed
his direction and sauntered along as
if he was out to shoot cottontails.
Ken ran to him. "When are you
going to do it Gus?"
"Ay was goin down soon now be-
fore it got dark"
"Gus don't do it tonight. Wait
till morning. Just onevinore night
Gus."
"Veil in de morning den but it
got to be done Ken. Yer fadder
gives de order."
"I know. I won't say anything
more."
Gu3 went back to the bunk house
and Ken returned to Fllcka.
At nine o'clock Howard was sent
by Nell to call Ken. He stood at
thecorral gate shouting.
Flicka was still standing in her
nursery when the full moon rose at
ten. It was the Hunter's Moon as
yellow as the Harvest Moon.
Flicka's wounds did not pain her
but the suction of the down-whirling
spiral was an agony felt through
every part of her. Now and then
her young body found strength to
fight against it; she struggled; she
lifted her head.
She was thirsty. The smell of
the fresh running water drew her.
She waded into the stream and
drank; got her fill lifted her head
turned it again to the house. The
cool water rippled against her legs.
There was no sound from the
house no feet running upon the
path and suddenly tho last of her
little strength was gone. Lunging
forward she fell half on the bank
half in the water and lay there
struggling convulsively.
At last she was still.
Some minutes later from ten
miles away on the towering black-
timbered shoulders of Pole Moun-
tain there stole out the most deso-
late cry in the world the howl of
the gray timber wolf. It rode on
the upper air without a tremor high
and thin pointed as a needle.
Through long minutes the note was
sustained mournful and remote-
through long moments it died with a
falling cadence of profound listless-
ness; and even before it ceased it
had become the very essence of
the quiet of the night
Ken htvd seen the Hunter's
Moon rise over the edstern horizon
iefqre he went upstairs and lying
in bed wide awake and shaken by
a steady fine quivering he could see
it reflected in the opened casement
window of his room.
He hadn't completely undressed
but ho had the sheet drawn up to
his chin in case his mother or fa-
ther came in to look at him. He
heard them talking together in their
room as they undressed. How long
they took. It seemed to him hours
before the whole house was quiet-
us quiet as the night was outside.
He waited still another hour till
everyone was so deep asleep there
would bo no chance of their hear
ing. Then he stole out of bed and
put on tho rest of his clothes.
He carried his shoes in his hands
and crept down the hall past the
door of his parents' room taking a
half minute for a step.
On the far end of the terrace he
sat down and put on his shoes his
heart pounding and the blood almost
suffocating him.
He kept whispering "I'm coming
Flicka I'm coming"
His feet pattered down the path.
He ran as fast as he could.
It was so dark under the cottdn-
wood trees he had to stand a mo-
ment getting used to the darkness
before he could be sure that Flicka
was not there. There stood her
feed box but the filly was gone.
Unreasoning terror swept over
him. Something had spirited her
The water rippled over Ken's legs
and over Flicka's body.
away he would never see her again
Gus haid come down his father-
He ran wildly here and there. At
last when there was no sign of
her he began a systematic search
all through the pasture. He dured
not call aloud but he whispered
"Flicka Oh Flicka where are
you."
At last he found her down the
creek lying in the water. Her head
had beer on the bank but as she
lay there the current of the stream
had sucked and pulled at her and
she had had no strength to resist;
and little by little her head had
slipped down until when Ken got
there only the muzzle was resting
on the bank and the body and legs
were swinging in the stream.
Ken slid into the water sitting on
the bank and he hauled at her head.
But she was heavy and the current
dragged like a weight; and he be-
gan to sob because he had no
strength to draw her out.
Then he found a leverage for his
heels against some rocks in the bed
of the stream and he braced him-
self against them and pulled with
all his might; and her head came
up onto his knees and he held it
cradled in his arms.
He was glad that she had died of
her own accord in the cool water
under' the moon instead of being
shot by Gus. Then putting his face
close to hers and looking searching-
ly Into her eyes he saw that she
was alive and looking back at him.
And then he burst out crying and
hugged her and said "Oh my lit-
tle Flicka my little Flicka."
The long night passed.
The moon slid slqwly across the
heavens.
The water rippled over Ken's legs
and over Flicka's body And gradu-
ally the heat and the fever went
out of her and the cool running wa-
ter washed and washed her wounds.
The night took a heavy toll from
Ken but for Flicka there was re-
surgence At the moment when Ken
drew her into his arms and cried
her name the spring of -the down-
whirling spiral was broken Flicka
was released and not onco again did
she feel it. The life-currents in her
body turned and in weak and wa-
vering fashion flowed upward A
power went into her from Ken; all
Ufa youth and strength and mag-
netism given her freely and abun-
dantly -on the stream of his love
from his ardept eyes to hers.
But for Ken there was first the
creeping numbness of those parts
where the hend and the neck of th
filly pressed. Then the deep chill
from the cold water running over his1
legs his thighs almost up to his
waist. The mountain stream wa!
fed from the Snowy Range in tha
North West and the water was fat
colder than the shallow sun-dappled
surface looked. Ken's leg3 were
shrivelled and cramped wilh the
cold and long before the night was
over his teeth were chattering and
his body shaking with chills.
It didn't matter. Nothing mat-
tered but that he should hold Flicka
and hold the life in her.
At dawn when there should have
been light there was first a gray
gloom and then persistent twilight.
The wind had failed and the clouds
had their way at last forced up
from all points of the compass by
pressure in the lower areas behind
them Laramie and Cheyenne both
a thousand feet down and the val-
leys behind the mountains that were
to the1 north and south.
Often McLaughlin studied the sky
especially the rims of Sherman Hill
and said "It's trying its best to
storm but the clouds can't get over
the mountains."
Now they had got over. There
wasn't room for them all. They ob-
scured the zenith and then doubled
up one layer below the other.
But Ken knew nothing of the
weather only Flicka; the heat of
her body that burned his arms. To-
ward morning he knew that the heat
had gone and it was not death;
when he spoke to her her eyes still
looked back into his. He was full
of thankfulness.
The alarm clock broke the early
morning silence of the bunk house
and jangled for sixty seconds.
Before it stopped Tim and Gus
were sitting naked on the edge of
their bunks yawning and rubbing
their heads.
Gus reached for his clothes and
began to draw them on remember-
ing as he did so that something un-
pleasant was ahead of him. It was
a moment or two before it came
to him the shooting of Flicka.
When he remembered he dropped
both hands on his knees and sat in
silence. Nothing for it it must be
done. The filly might have been
left to die of her own accord but
that was contrary to custom on the
Goose Bar Ranch.
Gus finished dressing made the
fire and laid the -table for break-
fast thinking that "when he had ev-
erything ready except frying the
eggs and bacon and making the cof-
fee he'd go down to the Calf Pas-
ture with the Winchester.- It
wouldn't take a minute. He had
the gun with him there in the bunk
house. It stood in the corner still
loaded. He'd be back before Tim
had finished milking the cows and
have plenty of time to make break-
fast. Gus walked down to the ranch
house stood the gun against the
house outside and went into the
kitchen to make up the fire.
Gus' shaking down of the ashes
every morning was the rising bell
for the family. When the kindling
had caught and the flames were
licking up around the blocks of coal
Gus closed the back draft and went
out. He took the gun and walked
slowly across the Green to the gate
of the Calf Pasture.
A few minutes' walk brought him
to Flicka's Nursery and showed him
that Flicka was not there. He
walked down stream and soon found
Ken sitting in the water Flicka's
head in his arms.
One look at the boy's face was
enough.
Gus crossed the creek laid down
"his gun and seizing the filly by
the head dragged her out onto the
grassy bank as doctors drag in-
fants into the world by the head
never safely by any other part.
Ken could not move. Gus lifted
him in his arms and again crossed
the creek. Ken's head dropped back
over the Swede's shoulder turning
to the filly for one last look.'
"Good-by Flicka." It was only a
whisper.
Rob was standing at his window
fastening his belt when he saw the
foreman passing carrying Ken. He
thought "Flicka died I didn't hear
the Winchester Ken's found her
dead fainted "
He ran downstairs and out took
the boy from Gus' arms and then
noticed the unbelievably shrunken
drawn features and the violent
chills. This was more than a faint.
Gus told him how he had found
Ken and Rob carried him in and up
to bed.
Rob and Nell put Ken to bed be-
tween hot blankets and tried to get
some brandy between his lips.
Gus returned to the Pasture to
get the gun. Flicka was lying as ho
had left her but at his approach
held up her head. The man knelt
down on thegrass by her and felt of
her head her neck looked into her
eyes. "Veil veil Flicka liddle
gurl " He was astonished to feel
that her body seemed to have lost
its great heat; the fever had gone.
He looked at the two wounds. The
cuts were clean and all the hard
swelling had gone; and he could see
by her face tnat she was brighter
as one can see by the expression in
a child's face even though it is still
pinched nnd wan that life is com-
ing back
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