She knew he had meant the deep-walled canyon with its brooding solitude.
"But I want you to love Arizona," he said.
"Glenn, I'm a faithful creature.

You should be glad of that.

I love New York." "Very well, then.

Arizona to New York," he said, lightly brushing her cheek with his lips.

And swerving back into his saddle, he spurred his horse and called back over his shoulder: "That mustang and Flo have beaten me many a time.