"Lin, I won't take Wildfire," she said.
"Yes, you will. You can't refuse. Remember he's grown to look to you. It wouldn't be right by the horse."
"But he's all you have in the world," she protested. Yet she knew any protestations would be in vain.
"No. I have good old faithful Nagger."
"Would you go try to hunt another wild stallion—like Wildfire?" asked Lucy, curiously. She was playing with the wonderful sweet consciousness of her power to render happiness when she chose.
"No more horse-huntin' for me," declared Slone. "An' as for findin' one like Wildfire—that'd never be."
"Suppose I won't accept him?"
"How could you refuse? Not for me but for Wildfire's sake! ... But if you could be mean an' refuse, why, Wildfire can go back to the desert."
"No!" exclaimed Lucy.
"I reckon so."