Then she turned to Calumet.
"What are you doing here ?" she demanded.

She was breathing more easily, but her voice still quivered, and the hand over her bosom moved with a quick, nervous motion.
"I reckon that's my business," returned Calumet.

He had made a mistake, certainly, he knew that.

It was apparent that his father had left the Lazy Y.

At least, if he were anywhere about he was not able to come to investigate the commotion caused by the arrival of his son.
Either he was sick or had disposed of the ranch, possibly, if the latter were the case, to the girl and the man.