And here we are.
That's all they was to it.

But," he added gravely, "we ain't seen the last of that chestnut hoss, Miss Jordan." "I guess hardly another man on the range could have trailed them so well," she said gratefully.

"But this wild horse--do you really think he'll try to steal our mares again ?" "Think?
I know! And the next time we won't get 'em back so plumb easy.
Right this morning, if they'd got started quick enough when he give 'em the signal, we'd never of headed 'em.

But they ain't turned wild yet; they ain't used to his ways.

Give him another whirl with them and they'll belong to him for good.