He ain't none too popular; that's straight and
puttin' it nice and easy."
"Which who said I was his friend?" said the other with heat.
She turned away to the kitchen and reappeared shortly, bearing his meal.
The frown with which she departed had disappeared, and she was smiling
as brightly as ever while she arranged the dishes in front of him. He
paid no attention to the food.
"Now," she said, resting both hands on the table and leaning so that she
could look him directly in the eye: "What's Bard done now?
Horse--gun-fighter--woman; which?"
The other loosened the bandanna which circled his bull neck.
"Woman," he said hoarsely, and the blood swelled his throat and face
with veins of purple.
"Ah-h-h," drawled the girl, and straightening, she dropped both hands on
her hips. It was a struggle, but she managed to summon another smile.
"Wife--sister--sweetheart?"
The man stared dubiously on her, and Sally, mother to five hundred wild
rangers, knew the symptoms of a man eager for a confidant. She slipped
into the opposite chair.
"It might be any of the three," she went on gently, "and I know because
I've seen him work.
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