"I ain't going to hurt you if you're good." He twitched his neckerchief off--Lorraine saw that it was untied, and that he must have planned all this--and with it he tied her wrists to the saddle horn.

She gave Snake a kick in the ribs, but Al checked the horse's first start and Snake was too tired to dispute a command to stand still.

Al put up his gun, pulled a hunting knife from a little scabbard in his boot, sliced two pairs of saddle strings from Lorraine's saddle, calmly caught and held her foot when she tried to kick him, pushed the foot back into the stirrup and tied it there with one of the leather strings.

Just as if he were engaged in an everyday proceeding, he walked around Snake and tied Lorraine's right foot; then, to prevent her from foolishly throwing herself from the horse and getting hurt, he tied the stirrups together under the horse's belly.
"Now, if you'll be a good girl, I'll untie your hands," he said, glancing up into her face.

He freed her hands, and Lorraine immediately slapped him in the face and reached for his gun.