Now he whipped the saddle and bridle off, shouted to the hotel keeper brief instructions for the care of the weary animal and ran across the road with the saddle on his arm.
In the corral he had no difficulty with the mare.

She came straight to him in spite of all the flopping trappings.

With prickly ears and eyes lighted with kindly curiosity she looked the dusty fellow over.
He slipped the bridle over her head.

When he swung the saddle over her back she merely turned her head and carelessly watched it fall.

And when he drew up the cinches hard, she only stamped in mock anger.