She watched the director covertly and when he motioned again she sent the sorrel racing away from the camera truck at an angle so the cameras could get a side shot. Then the truck moved ahead of her.
It was hot and dry, and anything but an easy task to ride a horse pounding along as hard as the big sorrel. Finally they topped the last hill and swept down into the valley and Janet braced herself for the last bit of action.
Curt, near the water hole, looked up when he heard the pounding hoofs and Janet hurled herself from the saddle and ran to him.
“Quick, Curt, they’re riding hard behind me. You’ve got to get out of here. I’ll stay and watch the ranch.”
But Curt refused and the action was cut there.
Janet was dusty and sweaty and she walked to the pump and drank deeply of the cool, sweet water.
“I can imagine there might have been a fight over this ranch in the early days,” she said.
“There was,” grinned Curt, “but it wasn’t nearly as big a one as we’re putting into the picture.”
Janet’s hardest scene for the day was over and Helen was in only one or two minor shots so they passed part of the afternoon packing up their things in preparation for the departure the next afternoon.
It was nearly dinner time when a dust covered car rolled into the valley and approached the ranchhouse.