The Girl from Montana by Grace Livingston Hill
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"But automobiles go very fast, faster than any horses And they do not all make a noise." The girl looked around apprehensively. "My horse can go very fast. You do not know how fast. If you see her coming, I will change horses with you. You must ride to the nearest bench and over, and then turn backward on your tracks. She will never find you that way. And I am not afraid of a woman." The man broke into a hearty laugh, loud and long. He laughed until the tears rolled down his cheeks; and the girl, offended, rode haughtily beside him. Then all in a moment he grew quite grave. "Excuse me," he said; "I am not laughing at you now, though it looks that way. I am laughing out of the bitterness of my soul at the picture you put before me. Although I am running away from her, the lady will not come out in her automobile to look for me. She does not want me!" "She does not want you! And yet you ran away from her?" "That's exactly it," he said. "You see, _I_ wanted _her_!" "Oh!" She gave a sharp, quick gasp of intelligence, and was silent. After a full minute she rode quite close to his horse, and laid her small brown hand on the animal's mane. "I am sorry," she said simply. |
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