She went with the others, and she saw herself pictured on Pard; on her two feet; and sitting upon a rock with her old Stetson tilted over one eye and her hair tousled with the wind.
She was loading her six-shooter, and talking to Lite, who was sitting on his heels with a cigarette in his fingers, looking at her with that bottled-up look in his eyes.

She did not remember when the picture was taken, but she liked that best of all.

She saw herself leaning out of the window of her room at the Lazy A.She remembered that time.

She was talking to Gil outside, and Pete had come up and planted his tripod directly in front of her, and had commanded her to hold her pose.

She did not count them, but she had curious impressions of dozens of pictures of herself scattered here and there along the walls of the long, cool-looking lobby.