An' we ain't hankerin' to play with him.

All the same a little game is welcome enough." "I'll come over," replied Wade, and thoughtfully turned away.
When he presented himself at the ranch-house it was Columbine who let him in.

She was prettily dressed, in a way he had never seen her before, and his heart throbbed.

Her smile, her voice added to her nameless charm, that seemed to come from the past.

Her look was eager and longing, as if his presence might bring something welcome to her.
Then the rancher stalked in.