Haw! Haw!" Collie could not reply to this startling announcement from the old rancher, and Moore appeared distressed with embarrassment.
"Wal, I reckon you young folks had better ride down to Kremmlin' an' get married." This kindly, matter-of-fact suggestion completely stunned the cowboy, and all Columbine could do was to gaze at the rancher.
"Say, I hope I ain't intrudin' my wishes on a young couple that's got over dyin' fer each other," dryly continued Belllounds, with his huge smile.
"Dad!" cried Columbine, and then she threw her arms around him and buried her head on his shoulder.
"Wal, wal, I reckon that answers that," he said, holding her close.
"Moore, she's yours, with my blessin' an' all I have....

An' you must understand I'm glad things have worked out to your good an' to Collie's happiness....

Life's not over fer me yet.

But I reckon the storms are past, thank God!...

We learn as we live.