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His face relaxed, but it took him several moments to answer.
“Naw, it’s okay. I don’t know why I was saving it, but now you’ve
seen it you may as well use it.”
“Oh, thank you, Ben.” Sarah bent and kissed his cheek and, with
a light step, she went into the kitchen.
“The saddle cream is on the window sill,” he called after her. “I
found it on the floor. Guess Flicka knocked it down.”
Sarah smiled. She would need it now more than ever. She intended
to take very good care of that saddle, Ben’s first gift to her.
