But Al was too quick for her.

He stepped back, picked up Snake's reins and mounted his own horse.

He looked back at her appraisingly, saw her glare of hatred and grinned at it, while he touched his horse with the spurs and rode away, leading Snake behind him.
Lorraine said nothing until Al, riding at a lope, passed the field at the mouth of Spirit Canyon where the blaze-faced roan still fed with the others.

They were feeding along the creek quite close to the fence, and the roan walked toward them.

The sight of it stirred Lorraine out of her dumb horror.
"You killed Fred Thurman! I saw you," she cried suddenly.
"Well, you ain't going to holler it all over the country," Al flung back at her over his shoulder.