The long story of the mustang’s mistreatment and ills had aroused Jim’s sympathy. He looked at the horse with even greater interest than before. Several times the little horse raised his head and appeared to give the boy a good-natured nod. The fact that the pony was still gentle and apparently in high good humor after all he had been through particularly appealed to the boy.
“How much would you sell that horse for?” he asked impulsively.
“Well, I reckon he’s worth about forty dollars,” said the old trader appraisingly.
“Gee,” said Jim sorrowfully. “I guess he’s worth that all right but I only got three bucks.”
“I’m afraid three dollars would be a mite too cheap,” said the man laughing. “I know he looks like three dollars now, but he’ll shape up. Feed him properly and take care of him and you’d be surprised at the improvement. I haven’t had time to work on his coat or tail but a few weeks would do a lot.”
“How old is he?”
“Six years, I figure. He’s a good sound horse. You take a good look and you’ll see that he has his better points.”
It was true. On closer inspection the first bad impression began to fade. The pony had a short barrel, straight unblemished legs, and a deep chest. Aside from their extreme thinness, his hind quarters were well proportioned. Both eyes were bright, clear and alert.
“He sure looks like a good horse to me,” said Jim truthfully. He knew nothing about the finer points of horses, but the little mustang appealed to him. He liked the horse and that settled the matter. Naturally he was a fine animal.
“He is a good horse. No fancy gaited animal but just a good sturdy ridin’ horse. Some of these days I’ll find someone who’ll appreciate him and take good care of him.”