I'm depending on Ghost Wind to win me more than a few races by the coming year, and I want him in the best condition possible." *** It wasn't until the next day I saw Mitchell again. "He sure got a good look to him, I know that!" "Now, Willie," said my daddy, "I expect you to take mighty good care of this horse. I figure he gets that training, he could be the best around." "Yes, suh," said Willie Thomas, stroking the stallion's forehead. "He ride good's he look, Mister Edward?" "He's a fine riding horse, all right," said my daddy, "but he needs training. Neither boy is ready to admit how much he wants to ride Ghost Wind. Neither boy is ready to get into a fight over who rides Ghost Wind. Both boys are worried that Paul's father will catch them. Just bring him back to the stable when you're finished so I can rub him down." How do Paul's and Mitchell's reactions in this excerpt compare? Both boys are surprised that Paul gives Ghost Wind to Mitchell. "So, what if I do?" "You figure you can ride Ghost Wind, then get on. Mitchell looked at the stallion, then at me. "Your white daddy'd kill me." "You want to ride him?" I asked again. It was obvious he hadn't expected me to say that. Maybe it was that, but it wasn't out of fear I said what I said. Maybe I was feeling guilty that because I was my daddy's son, I could ride Ghost Wind. Now, I don't know what possessed me in that moment to say the next thing I did. I looked down at Mitchell and stopped, knowing that despite our understanding, he was itching for a fight with me.
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