I'll get you another one, Jean.

I was afraid that gazabo was going to run over you, is why I cut it." "What's the matter over there?
Aren't they glad they're out of the sand ?" Jean held her horse quiet while she studied the buzzing group.
"Something busted.

I guess we done some damage." Lite grinned and watched them over his shoulder.
"You needn't go any further with me, Lite.

That fat man's the one that had the cattle.

I am going over to the ranch for awhile, but don't tell Aunt Ella." She turned to ride on up the hill toward the Lazy A, but stopped for another look at the perturbed motorists.