And say! what he can do with his hands! He's been kind to me.

Took an interest in me, and between you and me he sort of cheered me up." "Cheered you up! Wils, were you unhappy ?" she asked, directly.
"Well, rather.

What'd you expect of a cowboy who'd crippled himself--and lost his girl ?" Columbine felt the smart of tingling blood in her face, and she looked from Wilson to the wagon.

It contained saddles, blankets, and other cowboy accoutrements for which he had evidently come.
"That's a double misfortune," she replied, evenly.

"It's too bad both came at once.