But I could not drive a pair of horses in any case, said Miss Wentworth regretfully. "I drive our gig, back home, but Richard says I'm cow-handed and could never manage a pair.

A red-bellied black snake moves through her mind, sliding through the grass.

During the preceding afternoon a heavy North Pacific fog had blown in … Scudding eastward from the ocean, it had crept up and over the redwood-studded crests of the Coast Range mountains, […], billowing steadily eastward, it had rolled up the western slopes of the Siskiyou Range, […]

A dog cannot help but be cynomorphic in his mentality and attitude.