Thunderhead - Son of Flicka Page #5

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Besides, I... Well, I just can't afford to pay you

after the first of the month, Gus.

That fixed it, I bet.

- You didn't hear one word I said to you.

- You said you couldn't pay us.

- Well?

- That don't make no difference.

Tim and me wouldn't be happy anyplace else.

Ja. Works pretty good now.

Rob! Breakfast!

Coming.

Drink yourjuice. How do you

want your eggs? Fried or scrambled?

Fried, I guess. Where's Ken?

Upstairs. He said

he wasn't very hungry this morning.

- I think I'd better have a little talk with him.

- Oh, Rob. Wait.

Be nice to him. He's taken it pretty hard.

Ken.

- Breakfast is ready.

- Coming, Dad.

Hurry up. Got a big day in front of us.

Gotta get the hay in.

It's bringing 40 dollars a ton this season.

Forget it, son. We took a chance and lost

and that's all there is to it.

- But I'd so counted on his winning.

- I know.

And now Thunderhead

will never be able to run again.

Ken, when I was your age I was just like you.

Something turned out right, I was

on the housetops. Everything looked rosy.

Turned out wrong, I was down in the cellar.

Everything pitch-black.

Then I started to grow up.

You know, there's lots of ways

you can grow up.

You can grow up to be cocky

if you get what you want,

but bitter if you don't.

You can grow up to take

both success and failure in your stride.

That's what I'd like you to do, son.

What happens isn't important.

What is important

is the courage with which you meet it.

Anybody can cheer when he wins.

When he loses,

it takes a big man

to pick up the pieces and start all over.

I'm sorry, Dad. I guess

I was kind of acting like a baby.

- What do you say we have a little breakfast?

- That's for me.

Ever since Thunderhead's leg is well,

he's getting restless.

He wants to get out. He can't stand

being shut up in the corral.

I haven't been riding him enough lately.

I'm just about ready for that board, Kenny.

- Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.

- Kenny, look what I got! A new dress.

Ken, give me a hand

with the groceries, will you?

- You shouldn't have done that.

- Oh, don't be silly. She looks so cute in it.

Boss!

- What is it?

- The Albino's raided again. Banner's hurt.

- Banner?

- Oh, Rob.

Gus, get the rifles. Kenny, get

the medicine kit. Tim, we'll saddle the horses.

Better get on your horse, Ken.

- That Albino's as good as dead too, I bet.

- Yeah.

Let's go.

Let's try that trail.

Thunderhead!

Thunderhead!

Thunderhead, come back!

Taggert,

Brownie, Sky High.

Dad's mares.

The Albino.

Thunderhead.

Get him, Thunderhead. Get him.

His hooves! Watch his hooves!

Get up and fight, Thunderhead.

Get up and fight!

Now you got him.

You killed the Albino.

You saved my life, Thunderhead.

Easy, boy. Easy. You don't have to

fight any more. It's all over now.

You and I have to go and find Dad

to tell him about the mares. Come on.

Come back here!

- There he is, boss.

- Ken!

Ken. Where have you been?

You had me worried to death.

I found the Albino.

This is where he kept our mares.

- The Albino?

- He charged. He nearly got me.

- Are you all right?

- Sure. Thunderhead killed him.

There he is.

Gee whiz.

The Albino, dead.

- He was a great horse, wasn't he, Dad?

- One of the greatest.

Hey, boss.

Thunderhead's driving off the herd.

Come on, Ken. Climb up.

Look!

- He's taking them home.

- Gee whiz. Well, let's help him.

Mrs McLaughlin!

Mrs McLaughlin!

- What is it, Hildy?

- Look what's coming.

- Do we own all those horses?

- No, we don't, Hildy. I can't understand it.

- Where did all those horses come from?

- We're back in business, thanks to Ken.

- And Thunderhead.

- And Thunderhead.

He saved my life by killing the Albino.

That means more

than if he'd won a hundred races.

Oh, easy, boy.

What's the matter, Thunderhead?

Dad, what's wrong with him?

What's the matter, boy?

- He acts like I were a stranger to him.

- It isn't that.

He brought them here

cos this has been his home.

- It's still his home.

- Don't forget, son,

Thunderhead has taken the Albino's throne

away from him. He's a king now.

I'm afraid neither corrals nor fences,

no matter how big, can ever hold him again.

Whoa, son. Easy, boy.

Take it easy.

Don't you want to stay, Thunderhead?

All right.

You can go.

Bye, Thunderhead!

So the Albino's won at last.

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