She's not about to abide his attitude, though Kate has ways of dealing with it beyond getting upset or making idle threats. Her hand curls around the front of his shirt and pulls him in, close to her.

"Well come on, then."

She gives him another tug, and walks a few paces from the horses to the wide open stretch of land she saw from the saddle. She doesn't turn from him, or break eye contact, until she's ready to stop. Keeping him close to her back, she holds the lasso out with her right hand.

"Y'wanna hold your rope like this, y'see?"