She was almost reduced to stamping her foot.
Without condescending to ask more definite instructions she struck off at haphazard, and by chance guessed right. There was nothing for it but to pursue. Wherefore the man pursued. The horse at his heels hampered his stride, but he caught up with her soon.
“Somebody's acting mighty foolish,” he said.
She said nothing very eloquently.
“If I need punishing, ma'am, don't punish yourself, but me. You ain't able to walk and that's a fact.”
She gave her silent attention strictly to the business of making progress through the cactus and the sand.
“Say I'm all you think I am. You can trample on me proper after we get to the Mal Pais. Don't have to know me at all if you don't want to. Won't you ride, ma'am? Please!”
His distress filled her with a fierce delight. She stumbled defiantly forward.
He pondered a while before he asked quietly:
“Ain't you going to ride, Miss Kinney?”