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Show 33 Give me my horse," I did not want a commotion-not in this town. The dealer handed me Rexy's halter. "She's yours." Rexy whinnied softly and nuzzled up to me. She was worth a golden egg. I turned to lead her away. 'Wait a minute," the minister said. "I think I can make change for you." He took out a roll of paper money from his pocketbook and exchanged it for the gold nugget. Then he held out the nugget to me. "No," I said, surprised. "I made a deal. It's all right." "Not the way I see it," the minister said. "And I see things in a different light. I see an honest boy. And I want to reward him. The horse is yours." I shook my head and started to move on, but he grabbed my arm and dropped the gold into my pant pocket. "I'm happy," he said. Then he turned to the horse dealer who was eagerly counting the bills. "Are you happy?" "I'm happy," the dealer said. "That's what I want," the minister said. "For everyone to be happy. Don't deny me that, young man. Now you go your way-happy." And not knowing what else to do in this unusual circumstance, I did what the minister said, I led Rexy down the muddy road, happy at my good fortune, but wondering what I would say to Mrs, Pullen, Suddenly shots rang out so fast I could not say from where |