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Show It was early in September when Rexy disappeared. I arrived at the livery that morning at eight o'clock as usual and saw her stall empty. I whistled for her, but there was no answer. "Where's Rexy?" I called to Almo out in back. Almo shuffled to the doorway, his massive form blocking out the morning light. "You tell me," he sneered. "What do you mean?" I asked. "She was in her stall last night when I left. What happened? Where is she?" Almo still leaned in the doorway, chewing a straw. "That'll be fifty dollars, kid, or I'll call the law." I was dumbfounded. "Almo, someone has stolen her. You know I wouldn't. You know me. You knew my pa-» "No horse, no job," Almo snarled. "Almo-you' re joking. Let me rent another horse until I find her." Almo shook his head. "I didn't steal her, Almo. And I didn't sell her," I said firmly. "And you know that. But I will look for her-until I find her." "No horse, no job," Almo said again. I searched for Rexy for a week, and I was so tired each evening I could hardly drag my feet home. One evening going home I saw faded Mrs. Maxwell standing in the doorway shaking her head, even before I started up the front |