Oh, it'd be great! I'm going to love cowboys.

They don't look like that Harve Riggs who ran after you so." Helen sighed, partly because of the reminder of her odious suitor, and partly because Bo's future already called mysteriously to the child.
Helen had to be at once a mother and a protector to a girl of intense and wilful spirit.
One of the trainmen directed the girls' attention to a green, sloping mountain rising to a bold, blunt bluff of bare rock; and, calling it Starvation Peak, he told a story of how Indians had once driven Spaniards up there and starved them.

Bo was intensely interested, and thereafter she watched more keenly than ever, and always had a question for a passing trainman.

The adobe houses of the Mexicans pleased her, and, then the train got out into Indian country, where pueblos appeared near the track and Indians with their bright colors and shaggy wild mustangs--then she was enraptured.
"But these Indians are peaceful!" she exclaimed once, regretfully.
"Gracious, child! You don't want to see hostile Indians, do you ?" queried Helen.
"I do, you bet," was the frank rejoinder.
"Well, I'LL bet that I'll be sorry I didn't leave you with mother." "Nell--you never will!" They reached Albuquerque about noon, and this important station, where they had to change trains, had been the first dreaded anticipation of the journey.

It certainly was a busy place--full of jabbering Mexicans, stalking, red-faced, wicked-looking cowboys, lolling Indians.