She had greatest pride in it.

So she urged her mustang to keep pace with Glenn's horse and gave herself up to the thrill of the motion and feel of wind and sense of flying along.

At a good swinging lope Calico covered ground swiftly and did not tire.

Carley rode the two miles to the rim of the canyon, keeping alongside of Glenn all the way.
Indeed, for one long level stretch she and Glenn held hands.

When they arrived at the descent, which necessitated slow and careful riding, she was hot and tingling and breathless, worked by the action into an exuberance of pleasure.