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Show SAT the spirit in him and I wanted to be friends with it. So I talked to him man to man and we got along. I put on the bridle, I put on the blanket (Navajo), and I put on the saddle. I pulled up hard on the cinch and then I checked it out tod make certain John Henry had not swelled up his barrel to fool me. I pulled it up another notch, patted him on the ass and was ready to go. Sonny spit. "Stirrups O^K.?" "Our legs are about the same length," I said, and swung aboard. Sonny had been checking me out even more than John Henry had. I rode the horse around the ring a while, feeling comfortable, feeling at home, feeling great. I paid Sonny a wad of money and he nodded cheerfully, held up the V for victory sign and x opened the doors. Along those bridle paths I did not encounter many people but the few I did see looked with wide eyes at my black and white pinto. He was ready to go and plenty willing to take me along. I rode north, and then I left the park and crossed streets and got to Lake Park, not so much traffic, and went north on it to 5ith Street, and up 54th. Slowly on the pavement, which I had never ridden on and which made me nervous. Not John Henry, who seemed to feel perfectly sure of himself. I remembered taat policement rode horses in the cities, horses %u£ft adjust, and so^wLth more confidence I rode on, people leaning out of cars and stopping on sidewalks to look at me. I wondered if I was breaking the law. I rode on didn't stop until I was under the windows of our apartment. I yelled. "Kite! J&fcav>fi&JU&8eV^H A car went by, the driver barely glancing at my miraculous horse, as if he had already seen everything, and I had to swing John Henry out of the way. I veiled again. Carrie was at her window, and someone on the first floor. I yelled again and there was Kite looking down at me. Through the glass I could see her plainly, her unhappy, drawn face turned curious, and then the surprise, her face opening up with surprise. I waved to her, I made my horse prance. John Henry was so cooperative that I wondered if he ]&&**£< a gaited horse, |