But I hope you won't go.

We absolutely could not run this ranch without you." "Sure I knew thet.

Wal then, I reckon I'll hang around till you're married, Miss Lenore," he drawled.
Again the scarlet mantled Lenore's cheeks.
"Good.

We'll have many harvests then, Jake, and many rides," she replied.
"Aw, I don't know--" he began.
But Lenore ran away so that she could hear no more.
"What's the matter with me that people--that Jake should-- ?" she began, and ended with a hand on each soft, hot cheek.

There was something different about her, that seemed certain.