Carley, you were good to come." Somehow the soft, warm look of his dark eyes hurt her.

New and strange indeed it was to her, as were other things about him.

Why had she not come West sooner?
She disengaged herself from his hold and moved away, striving for the composure habitual with her.

Flo Hutter was standing before the fire, looking down.

Mrs.Hutter beamed upon Carley.
"Now let's have supper," she said.
"Reckon Miss Carley can't eat now, after that hug Glenn gave her," drawled Tom Hutter.