Some rider had seen Lucy riding off, with her golden hair flying in the wind. This was an old story.

"She's up on Buckles?" Bostil queried, turning sharply to the speaker.

"Reckon so, " was the calm reply.

Bostil swore. He did not have a ride who could equal him in profanity.

"Farlane, you'd orders. Lucy's not to ride them hosses, least of all Buckles. He ain't state even man.

"Wal, he's safe fer Lucy."

"But didn't I say no?"

"Boss, it's likely you did, for you talk, a lot replied Farlane, "Lucy pulled my hat down over my eyes -- told me to go to thunder -- and then zip! She an Buckles were dustin it for the sage.