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Show page 192 elect you, Rhine. And all these folks got money in my bank. It's bank robbery L" Rhine nodded in agreement. Anyone taking money from a bank by threat or force certainly could be considered a bank robber. But Rhine wasn't a jury and he looked off to see if the boy was heeding him. The boy, after getting his pony from the livery,adjusted his feet to the stirrups and rode away. Once past buildings he put the gray pony to a trot. Sedge on the roadbanks leaned before the rising wind. The storm was coming fast, whipping the tops of big pines, sending clouds of dust before it, creating a gray, predawn appearance over homesteads doxvn from the boy's and his sister's. The boy discovered his milk Jerseys moving up toward a weathered barn. He opened the gate for them from his saddle, like he had seen cowboys do in western movies. The pony shied, tight on the reins, until the gate was closed and the boy turned him in a shed. The pony was afraid of lightning. The boy unsaddled, pulled the bridle, patted the pony, and closed the shed gate and ran toward the low porch of his house. Rain beat in his face. He was soaking wet before he ran past the well, halfway between the barn and the house. Lamplight from the kitchen fell across him as he darted up the steps to the porch. He ran his tongue over his upper lip, lapping at water that continued to trickle down his face. His sister came from the kitchen. She laughed at sight of his clothes plastered to his thin body. ^ou got L4-fa8B' b^ath, didn't you, Tommy? Get dried out |