Still, I've known even a coyote to stampede your white herd." "I refuse to borrow trouble.

Come," said Jane.
They mounted, and, with Jane in the lead, rode down the lane, and, turning off into a cattle trail, proceeded westward.

Venters's dogs trotted behind them.

On this side of the ranch the outlook was different from that on the other; the immediate foreground was rough and the sage more rugged and less colorful; there were no dark-blue lines of canyons to hold the eye, nor any uprearing rock walls.

It was a long roll and slope into gray obscurity.