The horses the three had been riding she did not remember to have seen before.
Jean hesitated, not quite knowing what she ought to do next.

So far she had acted merely upon instincts born of her range life and training; the rest would not be so easy.

She knew she ought to have those guns, at any rate, so she dismounted, still keeping the three in line with her own weapon, and went to where the revolvers lay on the ground.

With her boot toe she kicked them close together, and stooped and picked one up.

The last man in the line turned toward her protestingly, and Jean fired so close to his head that he ducked.
"Believe me, I could kill the three of you if I wanted to, before you could turn around," she informed them calmly, "so you had better stand still till I tell you to move." She frowned down at the rustler's gun in her hand.