Oh, I see....

But you'll ride Wildfire." "I won't." Slone suddenly turned white, and his eyes flashed dark fire.

"You won't be able to help ridin' him any more than I could help it." "A lot you know about me, Lin Slone!" returned Lucy, with scorn.

"I can be as--as bull-headed as you, any day." Slone evidently controlled his temper, though his face remained white.
He even smiled at her.
"You are Bostil's daughter," he said.
"Yes." "You are blood an' bone, heart an' soul a rider, if any girl ever was.
You're a wonder with a horse--as good as any man I ever saw.

You love Wildfire.