I don't know what in the world you wanted to follow me for,--and I don't care.

Whatever it was, it isn't going to do you one particle of good, so you needn't go on doing it." She looked at him full, refused to meet half-way the friendliness of his eyes, tossed the hat toward him, and wheeled her horse away.
"Good-by," she said shortly, and touched Pard with the spurs.

She was out of hearing before Gil Huntley could think of the right thing to say, and she increased the distance between them so rapidly that before he had quite recovered from his surprise at her sudden change of mood, she was so far away that he could not have overtaken her if he had tried.
He watched her out of sight and rode back to where Burns mouthed a big, black cigar, and paced up and down the level space where he had set the interrupted scene, and waited his coming.
"Rode away from you, did she?
Where'd she take the cattle to?
Left 'em in the next gulch?
Well, why didn't you say so?
You boys can bring 'em back, and we'll get to work again.

Where'd you say that spring was, Gil?
We'll eat before we do anything else.

One thing about this blamed country is we don't have to be afraid of the light.
Got to hand it to 'em for having plenty of good, clear sunlight, anyway ?" He followed Gil to the feeble spring that seeped from under a huge boulder, and stooped uncomfortably to fill a tin cup.