Out of Context

Valley of Wild Horses
Zane Grey

“So, Mother, you trot out his clothes, boots, some bedding, a gun, chaps, spurs, everything there is, and let me pick what’s worth taking.”

It was indeed a scant and sad array of articles that Pan had to choose from.

“No saddle, no tarp, no chaps, no spurs, no gun!” ejaculated Pan, scratching his head. “Poor Dad! I begin to have a hunch how he felt.”

It developed that all his father possessed made a small bundle that Pan could easily carry into town on his saddle.

“We’ll buy Dad’s outfit,” said Pan briskly. “Mother, here’s some money. use it for what you need. Work now, you and Lucy. You see we want to get out of Marco pronto. The very day Dad and I get back with the horses. Maybe we can sell the horses out there. I’d take less money. It’ll be a big job driving a bunch of wild horses in to Marco. Anyway, we’ll leave here pronto.”

To Lucy he bade a fond but not anxious good-by. “We won’t be away long. And you’ll be busy. Don’t go into town! Not on any account. Send Alice. Or Mother can go when necessary. But you stay home.”

“Very well, boss, I promise,” replied Lucy roguishly.