She walked over to the nearest car-line and caught the next street car for the city.

Part of her chief's orders at least she would obey.

She would go down to the Victoria and see "Jean, of the Lazy A," but she was not going because of any impulse of vanity, or to soothe her soul with the applause of strangers.

She wanted to see the ranch again.

She wanted to see the dear, familiar line of the old bluff that framed the coulee, and ride again with Lite through those wild places they had chosen for the pictures.