Riding

“I’ll tell you what we can do, Reb. Tomorrow we’ll go to the stables. There’s a horse there that I think you would like very much. The only trouble is that he’s difficult to handle. Not many can stay on his back, but …”

“Well, that’s my kind of horse!” Reb said. He felt excitement well up inside him at the very thought. “I wouldn’t want a horse that wouldn’t put up a fight every time somebody tried to get on his back.”

“You certainly won’t have that trouble with Lightning,” the prince said, grinning. “He tries to pulverize every rider. As a matter of fact, there are only two men that can ride him. Myself and one other.”

“Better make that three,” Reb said with a nod.

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The cheers of thousands filled the arena. Reb Jackson leaned forward and urged on the mighty white horse to even greater speed. Then he drove Lightning across the finish line, yanked the white Stetson off his head, and let out a wild cry of victory.

Reb had become a favorite with those who came to the horse races. Aside from the prince himself, he seemed to be the most popular horseman in the kingdom.