Doggone it, he likes to have me ride him! He comes a-runnin' up to me when I go down there, and I give him sugar.

And then he waits till I climb on his back, and then we chase the other horses and play ride circle.

He wants to be my string!" Something in the feel of his mother's arm around his shoulder whispered hope to the Kid.

He looked up at her with his most endearing smile.

"You come down there and I'll show you," he wheedled.
"We're pals.