She had no particular plan in mind, more than that she hoped to familiarize the great brute with the sight of her.

Once he had known her well enough, but now he had forgotten all that passed before as completely, no doubt, as Whistling Dan himself had forgotten.
While she sat there, musing, she remembered a scene that had occurred not many a month before.

She had been out walking one fall day, and had gone from the house down past the corrals where a number of cattle newly driven in from the range were penned.

They were to be driven off for shipment the next day.

A bellowing caught her ear from one of the enclosures and she saw two bulls standing horn to horn, their heads lowered, and their puffing and snorting breaths knocking up the dust while they pawed the sand back in clouds against their flanks.