Yuh might be safer without it than with it." By the time she was ready, Jim was tying his horse, Snake, to the corral.

Lorraine walked slowly past the bunk-house with her face turned from it and her thoughts dwelling terrifiedly upon what lay within.

Once she was past she began running, as if she were trying to outrun her thoughts.

Jim watched her gravely, untied Snake and stood at his head while she mounted, then walked ahead of her to the gate and opened it for her.
"Yore nerves are sure shot to hell," he blurted sympathetically as she rode past him.

"I guess you need a ride, all right.