Molly advanced to where Banion's horse stood, nodding and pawing restively as was his wont.

She stroked his nose, patted his sweat-soaked neck.
"What a pretty horse you have, major," she said.

"What's his name ?" "I call him Pronto," smiled Banion.

"That means sudden." "He fits the name.

May I ride him ?" "What?
You ride him ?" "Yes, surely.