At first she had eyes only for her beloved mustang.
"Oh, Lem--Pronto's hurt!" she cried.
"Wal, I should smile he is," replied Lem.
But Lem was not smiling.

And when he wore a serious face for Columbine something had indeed happened.

The cowboy was the color of dust and so tired that he reeled.
"Lem, he's all bloody!" exclaimed Columbine, as she ran toward Pronto.
"Hyar, you jest wait," ordered Lem, testily.

"Pronto's all cut up, an' you gotta hustle some linen an' salve." Columbine flew away to do his bidding, and so quick and violent was she that when she got back to the corral she was out of breath.

Pronto whinnied as she fell, panting, on her knees beside Lem, who was examining bloody gashes on the legs of the mustang.
"Wal, I reckon no great harm did," said Lem, with relief.