If she did take a ride later on, it would probably be up the ridge between the Quirt and Thurman's ranch, and sit for an hour or so just looking.

That ride was beginning to be a habit of hers, Al had observed, so that he considered her accounted for also.
He made his way along the side hill to where his horse was tied to a bush, mounted and rode away with his mind pretty much at ease.

Much more at ease than it would have been had he read what was in Lorraine's mind when, she slammed that door.
Up above Sugar Spring was timber.

By applying to the nearest Forest Supervisor a certain amount could be had for ranch improvements upon paying a small sum for the "stumpage." The Quirt had permission to cut posts for their new fence which Al Woodruff had reported to his boss.
As he drove up the trail, which was in places barely passable for a wagon, Brit was thinking of that fence.

The Sawtooth would object to it, he knew, since it cut off one of their stock trails and sent them around through rougher country.