"Them bay mares ain't hosses--they're tricks.

Look how skinny all that underpinning is, Miss Jordan." "When they fill out--" she began.
"Tush! They won't never fill out proper.

Too much leg to make a hoss.
Too much daylight under 'em.

Besides, what good would they be for cow-work?
High headed fools, all of 'em, and a hoss that don't know enough to run with his head low can't turn on a forty acre lot.

Don't tell me!" He forbade contradiction by raising an imperious hand.