"It does seem hard to impress it upon city people that we savages do have a few rights in this country.

We should have policemen stationed on every hilltop, I suppose, and 'No Trespassing' signs planted along every cow-trail.

Even then I doubt whether we could convince some people that we are perfectly human and that we actually do own property here." While she drawled the last biting sentences, she stuck her toe in the stirrup and went up into the saddle as easily as any cowpuncher in the country could have done.

Robert Grant Burns stood with his hands at his hips and watched her with the critical eye of the expert who sees in every gesture a picture, effective or ineffective, good, bad, or merely so--so.

Robert Grant Burns had never, in all his experience in directing Western pictures, seen a girl mount a horse with such unconscious ease of every movement.
Jean twitched the reins and turned towards him, looking down at the little group with unfriendly eyes.