She knows he's okay once he starts grinning. Still, as she comes up beside him, she can't help but shout:

"What'd I tell you 'bout keepin' an easy hand with him?"

She looks stern — for all of a second — and then hoots with laughter, pushing Beaut on ahead because she can. The bay mare slices a purposely showy zigzag, and then shoots off to the west. If Gene keeps lightly on the reins, Concession should naturally follow.