Come on.

Watch me first when I saddle mine." Bo was all eyes while Dale slipped off the bridle from his horse and then with slow, plain action readjusted it.

Next he smoothed the back of the horse, shook out the blanket, and, folding it half over, he threw it in place, being careful to explain to Bo just the right position.

He lifted his saddle in a certain way and put that in place, and then he tightened the cinches.
"Now you try," he said.
According to Helen's judgment Bo might have been a Western girl all her days.

But Dale shook his head and made her do it over.
"That was better.