Poor old Gil! They hadn't caught her roping him, anyway, and she was glad of that.

He would have looked absurd, and those people would have laughed at him.

She watched how she had driven the cattle back up the coulee, with little rushes up the bank to head off an unruly cow that had ideas of her own about the direction in which she would travel.

She loved Pard, for the way he tossed his head and whirled the cricket in his bit with his tongue, and obeyed the slightest touch on the rein.

The audience applauded that cattle drive; and Jean was almost betrayed into applauding it herself.
Later there was a scene where she had helped Lite Avery and Lee Milligan round up a bunch of cattle and cut out three or four, which were to be sold to a butcher for money to take her mother to the doctor.