"Lassiter! I know you can't replace him, but I'll give you any one of my racers--Bells, or Night, even Black Star." "I'll take a fast hoss, Jane, but not one of your favorites," he replied.

"Only--will you let me have Black Star now an' ride him over there an' head off them fellers who stampeded the herd ?" He pointed to several moving specks of black and puffs of dust in the purple sage.
"I can head them off with this hoss, an' then--" "Then, Lassiter ?" "They'll never stampede no more cattle." "Oh! No! No!...

Lassiter, I won't let you go!" But a flush of fire flamed in her cheeks, and her trembling hands shook Black Star's bridle, and her eyes fell before Lassiter's..