They certainly hadn't been here long before I saw them.

And the rider may be close.

If not I'll take the horses home." She slipped the noose from the stallion's head, leaving the hackamore, and, coiling the loose lasso, she hung it over the pommel of the black's saddle.

Then she took up his bridle.
"Come on," she called.
The black followed her, and the stallion, still fast to him by the lasso Lucy had left tied, trooped behind with bowed head.

Lucy was elated.