He and Frank had lived together for so many years that his loyal heart ached with grief for that surly, faithful old partner of his.
But Lorraine's fighting blood was up, and she could not waste time in weeping.

She drank a cup of coffee, went out and called Jim, and told him that she was going to take a ride, and that she wanted a decent horse.
"You can take mine," Jim offered.

"He's gentle and easy-gaited.

I'll go saddle up.

When do you want to go ?" "Right now, as soon as I'm ready.