“Over yander,” he answered, nodding toward the western mountains.
Marion stared.
“You haven’t brought him over the mountains!”
“’Round by Pinto Pass, an’ up through the canyon.”
“I’ve never seen a horse like that before,” she said, after a brief silence.
“Nor anybody else has,” he replied, with a note of pride.
“But he’s no cow pony––surely.”
“You ain’t never heard o’ Sunnysides?”
“No.”