On top of the rise, the young woman paused a moment to enjoy the beauties of the evening, which seemed to come to her with a new meaning that night.

As she stood there, her strong young figure was clearly outlined against the sky to the man who was riding swiftly along the road over which she had just passed.
Sammy turned when she heard the quick beating of the mule's feet; then, recognizing the huge form of the horseman, as he came out of the woods into the light, she started quickly away towards her home; but the mule and its rider were soon beside her.
"Howdy, Sammy." Gibbs leaped from the saddle, and, with the bridle rein over his arm, came close to the girl.

"Fine evening for a walk." "Howdy," returned the young woman, coolly, quickening her pace.
"You needn't t' be in such a powerful hurry," growled Wash.

"If you've got time t' talk t' that old cuss at th' ranch, you sure got time t' talk t' me." Sammy turned angrily.

"You'd better get back on your mule, and go about your business, Wash Gibbs.