SON OF THE WIND
Even if you can't understand why I want it, just because I want it so much, because it means everything to me, let him go."
"But, there is no reason in it!" he burst out.
"Reason?" she said in a voice that threw reason into the pit.
"Yes, reason. You are talking about something you don't understand. You think this is a brutal business, but it is nothing of the sort. It isn't broncho-busting. It 's the best, most humane way ever invented for handling horses. It's my way!" He offered that as the final argument not to be doubted. "You saw him at the wrong time. They all look their worst when they are first caught!"
She shivered, and hung back from him, but he held her fast by the arms.
"Wait, wait, give me half a chance. I'll show you how beautiful he'll be when I get through with him."
With a wrench she freed herself. He had held her so fast he didn't know how she had managed, but suddenly he found a fighting creature in his arms; then all that remained of her to his touch was a bit of red and white from her sleeve. There she was, standing at a distance from him—distance between them, and she as strange as another world! All his conscious, angry blood was aware of her repulsion of him. He had expected her grief and rage
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