"I never could keep track of what you thought and what you meant, and I guess you haven't grown any easier to read since I saw you last.

I'll be darned if I know what you came for; but it's a cinch you didn't come just to be riding on the cars." "No," drawled Jean, watching him.

"I didn't.

I came after you." Art Osgood stared, while his cheeks darkened with the flush of confusion.

He laughed a little.