A few days later, Smokey opened the stall door. “Time for you two to get some fresh air,” said the old cowboy, his leathery face beaming.
“You think she’s ready?” asked Hunter.
“I’m more worried about you than her!” he said with a jovial laugh.
Hunter struggled up onto one foot and grabbed his crutches. “You don’t need to worry about me!” he responded, feeling that he needed to prove himself. “I can handle these crutches.” Turning toward Sally he said, “Let’s go, girl. Let’s show this old cowboy how it’s done.”
“Who’s old?” cried Smokey with mock incredulity.
With the set of his jaw reflecting his determination, and putting all his weight on his arms, Hunter swung his legs forward. Sally followed right behind.
Hunter quickly discovered that walking with crutches was much harder than he had ever expected, especially on the uneven ground of the barn and yard. Slowly and carefully he worked his way forward, too proud to admit that he was having trouble.
Shuffling horse and wobbly boy walked into the warm winter sunshine.
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