Horse Sense: The Story of Will Sasse, His Horse Star, and the Outlaw Jesse James
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Will Sasse is sick of his pa's slow, careful ways. Pa says only sturdy workhorses are worth raising out in farm country. Will wants to raise beautiful pleasure horses like his mare, Star. So what if it's a risk? Will wishes Pa was more like Jesse, a daring new friend. When Will is caught in a bloody shootout and a fatally botched bank robbery, he realizes that his friend is really the outlaw Jesse James. The James Gang is escaping—and they're taking Star with them. Will joins a posse in pursuit of the outlaws. As the posse closes in, Will realizes that he must make a choice—what kind of life does he really want?
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Horse Sense - Janet Neubert Schultz
SOMEDAY
June 1876
Will! You in there?
bellowed Pa.
Screech! screamed the rusted hinges. The heavy oak door banged against its frame and bright sunlight cascaded into the barn’s dim interior. Straw dust and hay shreds billowed into the air, creating an instant haze. A fine-boned chestnut mare whinnied, bolting sideways into the boards of her wooden stall, eyes wide and nostrils flared.
Will, on his knees beside the mare’s newborn foal, leaned over to protect it from its mother’s startled prancing. I’m back here,
he called softly, calming the mare with his voice. Come quiet— Star’s just foaled!
Star soon settled down, standing still but trembling. Will slowly rose and stroked her lathered neck. Steady, girl. Everything’s all right.
Pa glowered at Will but didn’t speak. He walked toward them slowly, looked over the stall at the tiny foal who had just rolled over onto its belly. Will dropped back down on his knees and began rubbing it dry with handfuls of straw.
He talked to Pa, his voice still soft, eyes on the foal.
Handsome little filly, isn’t she, Pa? Long legs, strong haunches, and look at those bright, alert eyes.
He grinned as the little newborn managed to get her legs under herself and stand. Star nuzzled her foal, no longer afraid. Will glanced up at Pa. What do you think of her, Pa?
Pa watched the youngster wobble to its mother and begin nursing.
Too fancy. Never grow up strong or heavy enough to pull a plow all day long.
He stepped to the double-tie stall of Pete and Penny, the two huge draft horses. They were taller at their shoulders than Pa was altogether. The horses stomped impatient hooves on the straw-strewn floorboards. Pa tossed a couple of ears of corn in their grain box, ruffled their forelocks, then reached for the pitchfork standing behind the manger.
Time you tend to your chores, Will. Cows are waiting to be milked.
He walked to the other end of the barn without another glance at the foal.
Will filled Star’s manger with fresh sweet clover hay and went to let the cows in. Pa had pitched the bedding into the stanchions and tied the cows as they entered the barn. Grabbing a bucket and a three-legged stool, Will got set to begin milking. When Pa sat beside the next cow in line, Will said, Filly’s real strong, Pa. Standing already, nursing good. Nice size, too. She’ll be a horse you can be proud of.
Pa snorted. Tomorrow I want you to start grubbing stumps out of that piece of land just south of the pond. If we get it cleared in a week, there’ll still be time to plant more corn. Good old Pete is strong enough to pull stumps all day. Penny, too. Good rock-solid horseflesh. Fine, hardworking draft horses. Got legs like stumps themselves.
After a moment’s pause, Will said, I figured we might put a split-rail fence around that clearing. Use it for pasture. It’s got good canary grass, clear water in the spring. Just the place for raising horse stock.
Not using that useless mare you’ve got!
Pa shot back. You haven’t got enough horse sense to even think of raising horses!
The cows shifted restlessly, unnerved by Pa’s harsh voice but apparently used to it. For a while, the only sound was the squirting of milk into the pails.
Will got up and emptied the bucket into the large milk cans they would store in the spring house. When I turned fourteen, you said I could do a man’s work, and I’ve been working every bit as hard as you. Got a right to raise the kind of horses I see fit, I reckon.
Will released the cow and it ambled back out to the corral.
See fit?
Pa laughed harshly. I let you work out at the Jones’s farm last summer expecting you to bring home one of their fine, strong Belgian colts. All you ‘saw fit’ to come home with was a scrawny mare that can’t do a lick of heavy work! Can’t even earn her feed!
Pa released his cow and stomped out the barn towards their small woodframe house. Finish bedding down the livestock before you come in for supper!
he called over his shoulder, not looking back.
Will stood a moment, biting his lip, watching Pa walk away. Behind him, Star nickered softly and Will glanced into the stall. The little filly stood with all four legs spread outward. She tilted her head to one side, her bright eyes curious.
Slow and quiet, Will eased open the half-door and stepped inside. He brushed a few stray straws off Star’s shoulder, and she nudged her head against his arm. Reaching up, Will rubbed behind Star’s ears, then traced the star on her forehead, bright white against her glossy chestnut coat. She was so fine. How could Pa not recognize how valuable she was?
How he’d worked to earn her! Scything hay, pitching it onto hay wagons, lofting it into the barn. Milking cows, slopping pigs, feeding chickens. Mucking out the barn. No end to it! But at the end of every long day, Star had waited for him at the Jones’s pasture gate, nickering when she saw him coming after evening chores. Will had brushed her and groomed her, broke her to ride and trained her to drive, till the late summer day he’d finally ridden her home. And Pa thought she was worthless!
PLANTING
Evening, June 1876
Curls of smoke from Pa’s pipe wafted across the front porch, gentle on the evening breeze. Tilting back his large wicker chair, Pa stretched out his legs and propped his boots on the porch railing. Wrens sang in the bushy mock orange, chasing each other in and out of the sweet white blossoms.
Sitting on the top step, Will leaned against the porch post and arranged the jingling horse harness on his lap. Dipping a soft rag into a tin of saddle soap, he rubbed the fragrant salve into the supple harness. He sneaked a glance at Pa, who looked relaxed and comfortable, surveying his neat farmyard in the fading daylight.
Gesturing toward the wheat field, freshly green and newly sprouted, Will remarked, Small grain is off to a good start this spring. God willing, it should be a good year for cash grain crops.
Mmmm. . . ,
Pa responded.
You know, we’ve got enough oats left in the granary to seed down the marshland,
continued Will. Then we’d have surplus oats that we could sell at Ames Mill, and we’d also harvest a crop of straw to sell to the livery stable in Northfield. And we’d still have plenty of grain left to feed our own livestock.
Will rubbed the long driving reins, softening the smooth leather straps.
Hmmm. . . ,
hummed Pa. He blew more pipe smoke into the quiet evening air, where it gathered into a blue-gray layer around his head.
The screen door squeaked as Ma came out of the house. She settled into her porch rocker, shaking her long apron into place. She positioned an enameled sieve full of snap peas in her lap and deftly began shelling them. She winked down at Will, and he realized she’d heard him softening up Pa—working up to mention horse breeding again.
Look at that moon rise,
she said, gesturing at the great orange disc rising from the eastern horizon. Her voice had a lovely lyrical quality. Will loved to hear her sing around their small frame house and in the yard. The Indians called it the ‘planting moon.’
She glanced over at Pa, then smiled down at Will.
Mrs. Heywood came by today to buy some new potatoes and peas,
Ma said. She drove a lovely new surrey, pulled by a fine span of gray mares.
Plink, plink, plink, the young peas clattered into the metal pan. She said her husband had to go all the way to St. Paul and spend a pretty penny to get decent driving horses.
Pa grunted, shifting in his chair, disturbing his smoke cloud.
Ma talked blithely on. Mrs. Heywood carried on and on about how expensive good horses are, and how difficult it is to obtain them.
Plink, plink, plink.
Pa was blowing smoke rather forcefully now. Will kept his head low, rubbing the harness. A smile turned up the edges of his mouth.
Farmers have to go a far piece to buy workhorses, too!
Ma’s lovely voice sang. Her husband, Mr. Heywood—you know he’s the teller at the First National Bank? He told her a good many farmers and settlers are willing to pay good money for young, healthy horse stock.
Plink, plink.
Will watched Pa studying the meadow. The pond reflected the stars beginning to twinkle in the evening sky. Maybe Pa wouldn’t plow it up. Maybe he’d pasture it yet.
You suppose, Pa? If we had a pair of bred mares . . .
He saw a frown draw Pa’s eyebrows together and hurried to add, "We could raise a pair every year to sell. Couldn’t use Pete for breeding, of course, him being a gelding. Penny could drop some nice foals, but she’s just grade. Her foals wouldn’t be worth as much as purebreds. And if I trained the offspring to pull