1967-Voice Of The Tennessee Walking Horse 1967 April Voice RS | Page 36

Mr. Bartlet and his friends stayed about two hours
watching Lonny’s horses work. After watching TIGER
BAY go through a very impressive workout, he said, “well,
I guess we better be getting on down the road. We got
a couple of other people to see this afternoon.” Lonny
told him and his friends how pleased he was that they
had come and told them to come back. As Mr. Bartlet
started out the door, he turned and said, “Oh yes, Lonny.
1 would be careful where I showed my three year old if I
were you. I hear you are going to get him beat bad the
first time you show him.” He smiled and turned toward
the car. “Keep your nose clean Ol Buddy ... if you know
what I.mean
Several hours later, Lonny was still feeling pretty low
as he sat behind his desk going over his record book on
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by Charles Barry Sanderson
It had been three weeks since Lenny Barnes and his
wife Helen had returned from Florida. At least once a
day since returning, he had told himself or someone else,
that the hardest thing he ever had to do was make the
final decision in the Stake class at the Sarasota Horse
Show. This was something that he would never forget.
On the way home he had told Helen numerous times
that his decision “would either make him or break him”
as a judge, but that he felt that it was the only thing he
could have done. He was a little bit concerned that he
hadn’t heard from his old friend Dink Fuller, however.
While they were gone, ‘‘Little Joe” had spent most of
his time working around the barn, painting and cleaning
up. Everything was in excellent shape for the Spring
season and Lonny was pleased that he wouldn’t have
to do much more to the stable.
Lonny usually came to the barn about 7:30 every
morning, on this particular Wednesday he had stayed at
home long enough to help Helen move some living room
furniture for her spring cleaning. As he came around
the end of the stable and started for the door, his heart
stopped a beat as he saw the big Cadillac in front of
the barn. “Oh, hell . . he said. “I kinda thought I would
hear from them but I sure didn’t think they would make
it in person.” His first impulse was to turn around and
go back home until they left, but he finally said to him­
self . . . “well, what the heck? 1 made my bed I may as
well lie in it.”
Lonny took a deep breath and opened the office
door . . . “Well lo