We'll walk 'em a spell."
Forbes felt relieved. And realizing that he was still alive and
uninjured, he relaxed a bit. After they had turned and headed for
town, he actually enjoyed himself.
Next day he was so stiff and sore that he could scarcely walk, but his
eye was brighter. However, he begged off from their proposed ride the
following afternoon. Pete said nothing; but when the next riding
afternoon arrived, a week later, Forbes was surprised to see Pete,
dressed in his range clothes. Standing near the curb were two horses,
saddled and bridled. "Git on your jeans and those ole boots of mine.
I fetched along a extra pair of spurs."
"But, Annersley--"
"I can't ride 'em both."
"It's nice of you--but really, I can't afford it."
"Look here, Doc, what you can't afford is to set in that room a-readin'
all day. And the horse don't cost you a cent. I had a talk with the
old-timer that runs the livery, and when he seen I was onto my job, he
was plumb tickled to death for me to exercise the horses. One of 'em
needs a little educatin'."
"That's all right.
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