So-long, and good luck to you." She disregarded his extended hand.
"Want me to leave you here, Bard ?" "You certainly can't stay." She slipped from her horse and jerked the reins over its head.

In another moment she had untied the cinch and drawn off the saddle.

She held its weight easily on one forearm.

Actions, after all, are more eloquent than words.
"I suppose," he said gloomily, "that if I'd asked you to stay you'd have ridden off at once ?" She did not answer for a moment, and he strained his eyes to read her expression through the dark.

At length she laughed with a new note in her voice that drew her strangely close to him.