I want you to see him.

He'll carry us both." "I'd like to ride him.

Can he run ?" "Run?
He's a demon.

Swiftest horse on the sage! I hope he'll stay in that canyon.
"He'll stay." They left camp to wander along the terraces, into the aspen ravines, under the gleaming walls.

Ring and Whitie wandered in the fore, often turning, often trotting back, open-mouthed and solemn-eyed and happy.
Venters lifted his gaze to the grand archway over the entrance to the valley, and Bess lifted hers to follow his, and both were silent.
Sometimes the bridge held their attention for a long time.