"Lassiter, why do you say that so often?
I know you've teased me at times, and I believe it's only kindness.

You're always trying to keep my mind off worry.

But you mean more by this repeated mention of my racers ?" "I reckon so." Lassiter paused, and for the thousandth time in her presence moved his black sombrero round and round, as if counting the silver pieces on the band.

"Well, Jane, I've sort of read a little that's passin' in your mind." "You think I might fly from my home--from Cottonwoods--from the Utah border ?" "I reckon.

An' if you ever do an' get away with the blacks I wouldn't like to see Wrangle left here on the sage.