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Show 3*G> smoothly trained. Kite stared out at me as if frozen, as if suspended between two shores. My horse danced, I smiled and waved, 'Whoopee,'" I yelled. Cars were piling up on both sides of me, some of them down the line who could not see me were beginning to honk, Carrie looked on the verge of calling the cops, and no doubt I was breaking a law or two now, so I prepared my finale. Facing her, I pulled up on John Henry's head, lifting him and urging him up, and he rose. He must have been trained, for he reared beautifully, stood up on his hind legs while I leaned forward close to his black mane. I trusted him, I had to trust him. Kite watched. I took off my imaginary white Stetson, I waved it in the air and I yelled, "Whooee, wahoo!" Kitd's face broke into a Tue horse dropped down, smile; she came over to my side, this shore./ I replaced my hat, I looked at that smile and grinned cockily. I was in the saddle all right. While horns honked in our parade, while down the traffic jam a police red light came on and Carrie had a conniption fit, we two farm kids smiled and smiled. Maybe John Henry smiled too. She was opening the window. "I want a ride!" "Wnen you can walk first," I called back. "Soon as your ankle is well we'll go riding together. Off into the sunset." "That a promise.'" "That's a promise, Ma'am." "You'd better keep it this time!" "I'm ready! So long till we meet again!" I touched my hat to her in a salute and turned to ride lawlessly through the traffic away from that cop car, easy through the traffic back to the park, John Henry g&ftS&S thed way home. |