“Are you bad hurt?” Lefty cried as he and Alkali ran to help her.
“No, I’m all right,” Connie said shakily.
Her face was pale and twisted with pain.
“You are hurt, kid,” Lefty said, lifting her to her feet.
“Just my shoulder,” Connie muttered.
“No bones busted?”
“Not even a little one, Lefty. But I did twist my shoulder pretty hard.”
Connie tried to laugh and failed completely.
“It served me right,” she said. “I should have known enough to stay off Dynamite. I was trying to show off.”
Connie brushed the dirt from her clothes and walked slowly to the house, conscious that the cowboys were watching her soberly. She had done a very foolish thing in trying to ride Dynamite. The penalty was apt to be great.