I believe--I know--she'd have died for any one she loved.

She had more sense than all the rest of us put together.

I've often thought if she'd been the oldest boy instead of me she'd have kept Jim straight, and managed to drive father out of his cross ways--that is, if any one living could have done it.

As for riding, I have never seen any one that could sit a horse or handle him through rough, thick country like her.
She could ride barebacked, or next to it, sitting sideways on nothing but a gunny-bag, and send a young horse flying through scrub and rocks, or down ranges where you'd think a horse could hardly keep his feet.

We could all ride a bit out of the common, if it comes to that.