The Black Stallion's Blood Bay Colt: (Reissue)
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He had his mother's champion bloodlines and his father's fiery spirit!
Uncle Wilmer would bellow, stalking from the room. But his uncle’s tantrums did not bother Tom any more than did his aunt’s sarcastic remarks about his living in the barn. For Tom’s world now centered there and he accepted it. Hour after hour, day after day, he watched the colt. He saw the sharp ribs seemingly disappear overnight and the chunky body fill out before his eyes. No longer did the colt shuffle along on uncertain legs. After his second day he was trotting about the paddock, falling
the colt move quickly beneath his mother’s whisking tail and away from him. Tom waited a few minutes before following him. The colt knew something was going to be done to him and he was going to avoid it if he could. Tom held out a handful of crushed oats. But the colt ignored the feed, sweeping beneath the mare’s belly to reach the other side of her. The Queen saw the feed and reached for it. Tom let her have it, hoping the colt too would show an interest and come to him. But he didn’t. He
got nowhere in that slop.” Removing his sulky cap, he ducked his head in a large tub of rain water. When his head emerged, he said, “I should’ve dropped back the moment I found myself in that stuff. Don’t you think so, George?” “You shouldn’t have gotten in there so close to the rail in the first place,” George said. “But it’s my fault as much as yours. I noticed it an’ shoulda told you. Jimmy would’ve told you. We’ve both got a lot to learn.” “I should’ve slowed Bonfire down right away,” Tom
followed Tom to the woodshed. They picked up some wood and went across the recently cut lawn to the house. Entering the large kitchen, they placed the wood in the bin beside the stove. Aunt Emma was setting the table when Tom walked up to her. “Aunt Emma,” he inquired anxiously, “is there a veterinary in town? A good one, I mean.” Her blue eyes looked as cold as the steel about the rim of her glasses as she said, “A veterinary, Tom? What do you want with a veterinary?” The boy shifted uneasily
touched the lines, but this time it was to ask his colt to slow down, to watch Silver Knight and Ray O’Neil slide by … and then to come around in a last desperate rush to catch them before the finish line. He didn’t think there’d be time to catch Miss Elsie and her black filly. He had failed his colt, George, and Jimmy Creech. He touched the lines again, but still there was no response from Bonfire. The blood bay colt wasn’t going to slow down! He knew this was the stretch drive! Everything he