You've got to quit hanging out at the Lazy A.

I've stood as much as I'm going to stand of your performances.

You get down off that horse and go into the house and behave yourself; that's what you'll do! If you haven't got any shame or decency--" Jean scarcely knew what she did, just then.

She must have dug Pard with her spurs, because the first thing that she realized was the lunge he gave.

Carl's hold slipped from the rein, as he was jerked sidewise.
He made an ineffective grab at Jean's skirt, and he called her a name she had never heard spoken before in her life.