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Flame quivered beneath me, ready to fly off the moment I asked.
"The mail's been stopped one minute and twenty seconds," Uncle Billy said. "That's more than long enough."
He slapped Flame on the rump and the horse leaped forward as if shot from a cannon. The sudden movement caught me off guard and for one horrible second I thought my career as a Pony Express rider was over before it started.
