I reckon no girl could help a boy much, onless she cared for him.

Anyway, you an' Jack will marry." He had stalked away and Columbine had ridden her mustang far up the valley slope where she could be alone.

Standing on the verge of the bluff, she suddenly became aware that the quiet and solitude of her lonely resting-place had been disrupted.

Cattle were bawling below her and along the slope of old White Slides and on the grassy uplands above.
She had forgotten that the cattle were being driven down into the lowlands for the fall round-up.

A great red-and-white-spotted herd was milling in the park just beneath her.