When she swished the rope through the air to widen her loop, he reared and whirled.

She jabbed him smartly with the spurs, and he kicked forward at her feet.
"Say," she drawled to Burns, "I don't know what sort of a picture you're going to make, but if you want any roping done from this horse, you'll have to furnish meals and beds for your audiences." With that she was off across the corral at a tearing pace that made the watchers gasp.

The sorrel swung clear of the fence.

He came near going down in a heap, but recovered himself after scrambling along on his knees.
Jean brought him to a stand before Burns.
"I'll have to ask you to raise your price, Mr.Burns, if you want me to run this animal down the bluff," she stated firmly.

"He's just what I thought he was all along: a ride-around-the-block horse from some livery stable.