So, calling to his wife, the two of them together, tried their skill to catch the filly.
She kept striking her side—she fancied it was a help to the filly.
How long he stayed there, the filly nuzzling him like a mother, he did not know.
Where his fellow man had withheld, the filly had given her all and questioned not.
The handlers fell back in silence as Garrison approached the filly.
But Garrison was up like a feather, high on the filly's neck, his shoulders hunched.
The filly quivered for a moment, laid back her ears, and then was off.
Without a word she handed it to Garrison, and he spread it out on his filly's mane.
I've got a filly which I think will give the colonel's Rogue a hard drive.
It was impressive riding to those who knew the filly's irritability, uncertainty.