I have watched a good many sunsets since then, you know." The big officer's laughter almost shook the log walls of the house.

To his quiet companion, who had taken a chair near the window, he said: "I'll have to tell you, Ross, that Auntie Sue owns every sunset in these Ozark Mountains.

What was it you paid for them ?" He turned again to their smiling hostess.

"Oh, yes; fifty cents an acre for the land and fourteen dollars and a half for the sunsets.

You'll have to be blamed careful not to trespass on the sunsets in this neighborhood, Ross." Again, his hearty laugh roared out, while his chair threatened to collapse with the quaking of his massive body.
The gentleman seated at the window laughed quietly, in sympathy.
"You'll be all right, though, Ross," the Sheriff continued, "as long as you're with me.