"I never thought of that.

I'll ride back with his clothes." "You will not," said Bostil.
"Let me send some one, then," she entreated.
"Girl, haven't you the nerve to play your own game?
Let Creech get his lesson.

He deserves it....

An' now, Lucy, I've two more questions to ask." "Only two ?" she queried, archly.

"Dad, don't scold me with questions." "What shall I say to Wetherby for good an' all ?" Lucy's eyes shaded dreamily, and she seemed to look beyond the room, out over the ranges.
"Tell him to go back to Durango and forget the foolish girl who can care only for the desert and a horse." "All right.