It probably ain't polite to show disdain to a lady, but Jack must have skipped that lesson from Lureen or his mother, and snorts in wounded pride.

"I'd like to see you try."

Boomer's got a hell of a way of carrying herself, like any good Quarter Horse, or...whatever the hell breed they got on Shadow, and she can turn it on like flicking a lightswitch. At the very least, he thinks she'd be able to give Beaut a run for her money: she might not be Lureen's old barrel-racing pony, but then, chasing someone down rarely involves dime-turns around rickety obstacles.

"I got a busted leg, ain't like I up and forgot how to ride while I was at it."