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Then I was interested. He was talking about Lone Eagle, the prettiest piece of horseflesh I've ever owned, and just about the meanest. Somewhere, way back in his family tree, there probably was an outlaw — a horse that couldn't endure restraint — that refused to bow to man's will. And Lone Eagle must have been a throw-back to that ancient ancestor. It showed in his eyes. It showed in his laid-back ears when anyone came near him. It showed in the vicious baring of his teeth, and the murderous lashing out of his hooves. He was a bad actor, and I should have gotten rid of him a long time ago. But every time I'd decide to sell him, I'd go take another look, and I'd change my mind. "What would you do about Lone Eagle?" I asked. He twisted his hat in his hands. "I don't like to brag about things before they're done, Mr. Autry. But I'd like a chance to try a couple of things. I think that horse is unhappy. "That's his main trouble. Why don't you just let me hang around for a couple of weeks and see what I can do?" Aside from the fact that I would have grabbed at any chance to make a good horse out of Lone Eagle, there was something about this boy that appealed to me. Almost involuntarily I heard myself saying, "All right, son, if you want to try it, it's okay with me. I'll give you the regular stable boy wages, and you can bunk in with Shorty." "Thanks a lot, Mr. Autry," he said. "There's just one thing — it's kind of a personal thing — would you mind not calling me 'son'? Call me Joe. Joe Smith." I blinked a little at that. This was certainly an odd youngster. But then, everybody has peculiarities — young or old. "Okay, Joe," I said. "And now, beat it. I've got to get washed up. I'll see you around." AS it happened, I didn't see him around for a couple of days. I was busy with one thing and another, and it wasn't until two days later that I asked Shorty how he was getting along. "Oh, him," said Shorty. "You mean Joe. He's sleepin' in the stables. Got himself a pallet and a couple of horseblankets, and stays down there all the time." "How's he getting along with Lone Eagle?" "Well, you know — it's a funny thing about that horse. He seems to like the kid. Joe stands in front of the stall and talks to him — just like you'd talk to a person. And he's got a harmonica that he plays. The darn horse listens to the talk and the music like one of them bobby-soxers listenin' to Frank Sinatra. He eats out of the kid's hand, too. I never thought I'd live to see the day!" "Well, that's fine," I said, and went on with my work. A few days later, Shorty cornered me after dinner. "Say, Boss," he began, "maybe I'm tellin' tales outa school, but I think you oughta know about this. You know that new kid — that Joe Smith?" "Yeah." "Well; he's put Lone Eagle into the big box stall. He put him in there so there'd be room in there for Daisy, too." "Daisy?" I asked. "Yeah, that little gray donkey that belongs to Lopez. Lone Eagle likes him." I reached for my hat. "This," I said, "I've got to see." We walked over to the corral and into the stables. Sure enough, over b> the box stall, there was Joe, leaning against the front of the stall with hi hands full of apples, neatly cut into quarters. I motioned Shorty to be quiet, and we just stood there for a while and watched. Joe was talking to Lone Eagle in low tones, and the horse was listening to him with his ears pricked forward. Every once in while, Joe would give him a piece oJ apple and keep on talking. Then 1 noticed a little gray nose poking ovei the stall door next to Lone Eagle anc edging toward Joe and the apples Lone Eagle was reaching for anothei one when the little gray nose pushec him aside and got the apple first. Joe laughed and patted the nose. "Attaboy, Daisy," he said softly, "Don't le him make a pig of himself." 1MUST have chuckled at that, because suddenly Lone Eagle's head went ut and his ears twisted back. And Jo( whirled around. "Oh — hi, Mr. Autry," he said, anc turned back to the stall again. "Taki it easy, boy," he whispered to Loni Eagle, "everything's all right. Nothin. to worry about. It's just Mr. Autry anc he's not going to hurt you." "Pretty fond of each other, aren' they?" I said to Joe. "Oh, yes," he told me eagerly. " noticed first thing that they wer friends. Daisy used to wander in here and Lone Eagle always nickered at hir and they'd kind of talk to each other So I thought I'd try putting them i together. It's calmed Lone Eagle dow a lot." "It has, at that," I agreed. And ther "How soon do you think it'll be befor you can ride him?" Joe's eyes widened. "Who — Lon Eagle?" he gasped. I nodded. "Ol gee, Mr. Autry, not for a long time ye That's one of the things that's bee bothering Lone Eagle — people tryin to make him do things he doesn't war to. He thinks people want to be meato him. He's got to get used to ju:] being liked first." "You're quite a psychologist, aren you, Joe?" I teased. He flushed a little and his eyf dropped. "I must seem like an awfi smart-aleck to you, Mr. Autry. You'\ had so much more experience wit horses than I have. But I kind of feel ; though I know just how Lone Eag thinks. I put myself in his place an try to figure out how I'd react to thing And generally it works out. If peop don't like you or don't want yc around, you're not apt to like ther either. So I thought the only way make Lone Eagle like me was to lir him a lot, first." I felt a lump gathering in my thro as Joe talked. He sounded as thou^ he'd had a lot of experience with wan ing to be liked. He was crediting Loi| Eagle with all the loneliness and cra^ ing for affection that a fifteen year o boy can feel. ; I patted him on the shoulder. "Yc| keep right on (Continued on page 5i