"She sits the saddle like a man!" Her pony darted off from some imaginary object in the middle of the road, and she swayed gracefully, following the sudden motion.

Her mount came to the sudden halt of the cattle pony and she slipped to the ground before Morgan could run out to help.

Even Lee Haines, who was far quicker, could not reach her in time.
"Sorry I'm late," said Haines.

"Shall I tie your horse ?" The fast ride had blown colour to her face and good spirits into her eyes.

She smiled up to him, and as she shook her head in refusal her eyes lingered a pardonable moment on his handsome face, with the stray lock of tawny hair fallen low across his forehead.