"They say three years. But she's older than that in brains. She is leading older horses than her."
"Then if you worked seven years for her, she would be ten years old before you owned her."
"You caught me there. I didn't think of that."
"Uncle Walter says she is outlaw. I believe she could be tamed. Boyar was pretty wild before he was broken to ride."
"If you want that pony, Miss Louise, she's yours. I guess I could break her."
"They won't sell her. No, I was only romancing. Isn't she beautiful! She seems to be almost listening to us. What a head and what a quick, intelligent eye! Oh, you wonderful horse!" And laughing, Louise threw a kiss to the Yuma colt. "I must go. I came over to see the horses before the crowd arrived."
Collie stood hat in hand watching Louise as she strolled toward the ranch-house. He saw her stop and pat Boyar.
"I kind of wish I was a horse myself," he said whimsically. "Either the black or the outlaw. She treats them both fine."
Brand Williams, Bud Light, Parson Long, Billy Dime, and Miguel rode up, talking, joking, laughing.
"Fall to the kid!" said Miguel, indicating Collie. "I guess I'm scalded if he ain't nailed to the fence. He's just eating his head off thinking about the Yuma horse he dassent ride. No? Eh, Collie?"