She particularly shrank from meeting Wade, which feeling was in strange contrast to her former impulses.
As she rode around the house she encountered Wilson Moore seated in a light wagon.

Her mustang reared, almost unseating her.

But she handled him roughly, being suddenly surprised and angry at this unexpected meeting with the cowboy.
"Howdy, Columbine!" greeted Wilson, as she brought the mustang to his feet.

"You're sure learning to handle a horse--since I left this here ranch.

Wonder who's teaching you! I never could get you to rake even a bronc!" The cowboy had drawled out his admiring speech, half amused and half satiric.
"I'm--mad!" declared Columbine.