She followed Buddy out, and called to Ezra who was chopping wood with a grunt for every fall of the axe and many rest--periods in the shade of the cottonwood tree.
At the stable, Buddy looked back and saw her talking earnestly to Ezra, who stood nodding his head in complete approval.

Buddy's knowledge of women began and ended with his mother.

Therefore, to him all women were wonderful creatures whom men worshipped ardently because they were created for the adoration of lesser souls.

Buddy did not know what his mother was going to do, but he was sure that whatever she did would be right; so he hoisted his saddle on the handiest fresh horse, and loped off to drive in the remuda, feeling certain that his father would move swiftly to save his cattle that ranged back in the foothills, and that the saddle horses would be wanted at a moment's notice.
Also, he reasoned, the range horses (mares and colts and the unbroken geldings) would not be left to the mercy of the Indians.

He did not quite know how his father would manage it, but he decided that he would corral the REMUDA first, and then drive in the other horses, that fed scattered in undisturbed possession of a favorite grassy creek-bottom farther up the Platte.
The saddle horses, accustomed to Buddy's driving, were easily corralled.
The other horses were fat and "sassy" and resented his coming among them with the shrill whoop of authority.