"You sure can drive, miss.

But drivin' ain't all this here job." "What can't I do?
I'll bet you--" "I never seen a girl that could throw anythin' straight.

Did you ?" "Well, not so very.

I forgot how you drove the horses....

Go ahead.
Don't let me delay the harvest." Bill called sonorously to his twelve horses, and as they bent and strained and began to bob their heads, the clattering roar filled the air.