I'd be afraid he might buck me off." She pinched her eyebrows together and pursed up her lips in a most convincing manner.
"Hunh!" Scorn of her cowardice was in his tone.

"Well, a course I ain't scared to ride him." So with Miss Allen walking close to the Kid's stirrup and trying her best to keep up and to be cheerful and to remember that she must not treat him like a little, lost boy but like a real old cowpuncher, they started up the canyon toward the sun which hung low above a dark, pine-covered hill..