![]() ![]() Your father wouldn’t let you have a stallion.” “Maybe he would,” Jody said. Sometimes a black dam might have a white colt.” “ Well, I hope it’s black, and a stallion.” “If it’s a stallion, we’ll have to geld it. Colt might be black or bay or gray or dappled. “What color do you think the colt’ll be?” “Why, you can’t ever tell. “ It’s a long time, isn’t it?” “And then it’ll be about two years more before you can ride.” Jody cried out in despair, “ I’ll be grown up.” “Yep, you’ll be an old man,” said Billy. It’ll be five months more before you can even see a sign, and it’ll be at least eight months more before she throws the colt, about next January.” Jody sighed deeply. It’s three months gone.” Billy rubbed the mare’s flat forehead with his knuckle while she grunted with pleasure. ![]()
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