"Maybe I won't come back, Lite.

Maybe I'll camp over home till morning." Lite did not say anything in reply to that.

He leaned his long person against a corral post and watched her out of sight on the trail up the hill.

Then he caught his own horse, saddled it leisurely, and rode away.
Jean rode slowly, leaving the trail and striking out across the open country straight for the Lazy A.

She had no direct purpose in riding this way; she had not intended to ride to the Lazy A until she named the place to Lite as her destination, but since she had told him so, she knew that was where she was going.