She's definitely interested in him, and every move he makes. When his hand returns to his side, though, she finally clicks to her horse, and the two take off towards the stables behind the two men.

Samuel scratches at his brow absently with his thumb again. There's an almost embarrassed little smirk tugging at his lips, as he tries to find something to fill the silence.

"My daughter," he offers, likely needlessly. "Now, I know what you must be thinking."

A girl Katherine's age in slacks and cowboy boots, hair loose around her shoulders, just strutting on up to the men as she did, isn't exactly commonplace in 1881. For a variety of reasons.

"But she's a good girl," he sighs.