The Red Pony
Billy's face and arms and chest were dripping red. His body shivered and his teeth chattered. His voice was gone; he spoke in a throaty whisper. "There's your colt. I promised. And there it is. I had to do it—had to." […]
Jody stared stupidly at the wet, panting foal. (3.172-3.173)
Billy looked up at the top of the hill that surrounded the ranch. "Maybe you'd better ask your father before you do it," he suggested.
"Well where is he? I'll ask him now."
"He rode up to the ridge after dinner. He'll be back pretty soon."
Jody slumped against the fence post. "I don't think he'd care." (4.10-4.13)
Grandfather looked sideways. "I'm trying to get right side up," he said gently. "I'm not being mad. I don't mind what you said, but it might be true, and I would mind that." (4.137)