"I want you to make up yer mind," she bites back. "Y'call women pains in the asses when you yourself can't stop floppin' back an' forth like a Dixie whore 'tween a pair'a peckers."

The vulgarity falls off her lips slightly awkward. Not just because he's got her feathers ruffled, but because she's blushing by the time the last syllable's come off her tongue.

"You try an' push him today, yeah. You'll likely end up on your ass. Y'can't learn everythin' in one go, cowboy. But you wanna try your luck with a trot, ease your heels in real gentle like, and Duncan'll take care of the rest."