She told me you-all were moving West this spring--said this was her last day.

She asked if she might ride out with our wagons to the rendezvous.

Well--" "That's a fine horse you got there," interrupted young Jed Wingate.
"Spanish ?" "Yes, sir." "Wild ?" "Oh, no, not now; only of rather good spirit.

Ride him if you like.
Gallop back, if you'd like to try him, and tell my people to come on and park in here.

I'd like a word or so with Mr.Wingate." With a certain difficulty, yet insistent, Jed swung into the deep saddle, sitting the restive, rearing horse well enough withal, and soon was off at a fast pace down the trail.