There was grace in every line of her, and witchery in the eyes that watched Warden with a steady gaze.

She too, was hatless, seemingly conscious of the beauty of her hair, which was looped and twisted into glistening strands that fell over her temples and the back of her neck.
As she watched Warden, who was smiling at the empty corral, she withdrew her elbows from the window-sill, twisted around, so that she faced Warden, and idly twirled the felt hat that she took from her lap.
"Does something please you, Gary ?" she asked with slight, bantering emphasis.
Warden's smile broadened.

"Well, I'm not exactly displeased." "With Willets--and the rest of it ?" "With that corral--over there." He pointed.
"Why, it's empty!" "That's why." "Why you are pleased! That is odd.

As a buyer, I should think you would be more pleased if the corral were full--had cows in it.

That is what you are here for, isn't it ?" "Yes," grinned Warden; "to keep it empty until it is filled with steers at my price." "Oh, bother!" The woman yawned.