Her slim, beautiful body was dressed in a velvety blue corduroy; the coat was close-fitting and boyish; the skirt came only a little below her knees.
On her feet were high-topped caribou boots.

About her waist was a holster and the little black gun.

Her hair was done up and crowded under a close-fitting turban.

She was exquisitely lovely, as she stood there waiting for him, and in that loveliness Kent saw there was not one thing out of place.

The corduroy, the turban, the short skirt, and the high, laced boots were made for the wilderness.