Just you set still." Apparently he finished fastening the horses to something.

She heard him come to the end of the seat, knew that he was reaching up his arms to help her down.

But when she swung her weight from the seat she felt him wince.
"One of 'em caught me on the knee," he admitted.

"It was my new pants, too." She could not see his face, gray with pain now under the dust.
"It's all my fault--I didn't dare tell you--I don't know anything about horses.

I don't know anything about anything out here!" "Take hold of my left hand coat sleeve," he answered to her confession.
"We'll walk on into the yard.