"On one condition," she smiled.
"What?"
"That you bring your banjo and play for me when I ask you."
"How'd you know I had a banjo?"
"Caught the final twang as you tuned it on my arrival."
"I'll bring it if you like."
"Please."
He hurried to his room, placed the banjo in its case and threw it over his shoulder. She had promised to be ready in ten minutes and have the horses at the door.
She was ready in eight minutes, and leaped into the saddle before he could reach her side. For the life of him he couldn't keep his eye off her exquisite figure.
She rode without effort. She had been born in the saddle.