The boys were too busy to run in any horses, her father had told her shortly when she reminded him of his promise.

When the fence was done, maybe he could rustle her another horse,--and then he had added that he didn't see what ailed Yellowjacket, for all the riding she was likely to do.
"Straight hard work and minding your own business," her father had said, and it seemed to Lorraine after three or four days of it that he had summed up the life of a cattleman's daughter in a masterly manner which ought to be recorded among Famous Sayings like "War is hell" and "Don't give up the ship." On this particular morning Lorraine's spirits were at their lowest ebb.
If it were not for the new stepfather, she would return to the Casa Grande, she told herself disgustedly.

And if it were not for the belief among all her acquaintances that she was queening it over the cattle-king's vast domain, she would return and find work again in motion pictures.

But she could not bring herself to the point of facing the curiosity and the petty gossip of the studios.

She would be expected to explain satisfactorily why she had left the real West for the mimic West of Hollywood.