Knowing her so well, Tango stood still.
Mary V smiled.

Just beyond him another horse also stood still.

A tall, big-chested, brilliant-eyed brown, with a crinkly mane, forelock, and tail, and with a reputation that made his name familiar to men in other counties.

His official name was Messenger, but the boys called him Jake for short.

They also asserted pridefully that he had "good blood in him." He belonged to Bill Hayden, really, but the whole Rolling R outfit felt a proprietary interest in him because he had "cleaned up" every horse in southern Arizona outside the professional class.
Ordinarily Mary V would never have thought of such a thing as riding Jake.