grabbed them, then, talking softly to the animal, I tried to calm him down. âItâs me, Appaloosa. Itâs me, Paul,â I said. I didnât have any apple wedges in my pocket, so I just backed him away from the others, talked gently to him, stroked him, then took the chance of laying my head and my chest against him so he could feel me breathing as he breathed.
Christian and Percy laughed. âWhat the hell are you doing?â Christian asked.
I ignored them. I closed my eyes, holding the horseâs head against mine. Appaloosaâs breathing was short and hurried at first, but finally it steadied and calmed.
The Waverlys were still laughing when I opened my eyes and asked again what happened. When Robert didnât say anything, Christian spoke up in his stead. âSo, Robert, this is the way yâall teach your niggers to greet folks?â
âI . . . I told you,â said Robert to Christian, âwe donât use that word.â
âWhy not? A nigger by any other name . . . but what the hell! Weâre guests here and weâll try to respect that, wonât we, Percy?â
âMost certainly,â agreed his brother.
âRobert,â I said, ignoring the Waverlys, âwhatâs happened to Appaloosa here?â Now, Robert and I over the years had discussed giving our horse a name, but I loved the sound of the word âAppaloosaâ and how it rolled off the lips. I also loved the image of the West and the Appaloosas, and their name had come out of the West. Since the horse was more mine than Robertâsâfor Robert had never once mounted the Appaloosa since the day weâd won him on the betâhe had gone along with calling him whatever I chose. So we simply called him Appaloosa. âRobert?â I said, when he said nothing, but then Appaloosa neighed as if to answer my question himself. I turned back to him, patted his sweaty coat, and for the first time saw the blood. I looked again at Robert and the Waverlys. âWhatâs this?â
âWhat you think?â said Percy.
I bit hard on my lower lip, trying to control my anger. âLooks like heâs been whipped.â
Percy sneered. âYeah, what of it?â
I turned to Robert. âYou tell me what happened!â
âWell . . . nothing, Paul . . . nothing much really,â Robert managed, acting himself a bit skittish.
âWhat do you mean, nothing? Whoâs been riding him?â
âI rode him,â answered Christian boastfully. âSo did Percy. First time heâs been ridden in a spell by someone knows how.â
I glared at Christian, then back at Robert with disbelief. âYou let them ride Appaloosa?â
âWell . . . yeah . . . why not? He was theirs once, you know.â
âYeah, once! They didnât know how to ride him then, and they donât know how to ride him now! Just look at Appaloosa!â
âHey!â cried Percy to Robert. âYou just going to let him talk to you this way?â
âIâll talk to him, you, or your brother any way I please!â I spat out angrily. âWhat you do to this horse? How could you ride him down this way? Use a whip on him? Robert! How could you be so stupid as to ever let a Waverly ride my Appaloosa?â
â Your Appaloosa?â said Robert.
âStupid?â exclaimed Christian. âBoy, you calling a white man stupid?â
âYou got no need to call me names, Paul!â Robert said sharply.
âWell, what else you call it?â I shot right back. âLook at this horse!â
âRobert, you gonna let this boy talk that way to you?â Percy cried again.
âYou donât do something about this smart-talking white nigger, I will!â vowed Christian.
Robert didnât object to the word this time. I took note of that, then turned with Appaloosa and headed off the road into the forest. âWhere you going?â Robert
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