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I think it developed a latent weakness for beauty. I am, I guess, except a
twist in my mind. If he annoys you hell be a daid redskin damn quick. She
raised her face from his shoulder and sought to catch her balance. For the
first time in years Janey missed her mother. Janey fixed sad eyes upon his
earnest face. She would sway this way and that, and almostfall.
But he doesnt
care whether Imsick or homesick, or what.
Janey spoke again, but either he did
not or would not hear her. The cowboys hate the rockycountry because they have
to pack hoss feed and water.
Oneafter another she slammed them on the
floor.
Oneafter another she slammed them on the floor. They regarded the
archaeologist as one of the family andwere immensely proud of his work. There
are cliff dwellinsstill in good state of preservation, an many ruins.
He looked
unusuallybright and cheerful, but at sight of Janey his smile faded.
Janey,
dear, you look sort of down, he commiserated, kissing her. He waved to her and
began to descend the slide ofweathered rock.
She had already crossed thisstream
at a different point, though not alone. It was in therace, and the races
progress toward higher things depended upon it.
Certainly not, returned Janey,
coldly, as she smoothed her disheveledhair. She noticed when she left the post
that the Indian sauntered out to watchher. He glared at her in mingled wrath
and distress. Now this Indian Smoky is a bad hombre an its reallybecause hes
not all there. Plain indeed was it that they were fond ofRandolph and proud of
his archaeological work.
No doubt youve overdone this riding around with
thecowboys.
Phil, I never guessed you could be eloquent, or so good at blarney,
shesaid, studying him gravely.
Another was to actually be whathe feared she was
or might become. Youve said it, my daughter, declared Endicott, clapping
hishands. Human eyes had gazedout of that window ages ago.
Our gracious
Senorita is in one of her grand moods, Diego said. Some of these cowboys were
full of wit and humor. Im glad you are so optimistic, returned
Janey.
Hersombrero fell off and her hair covered her eyes.
But she soothed both
conscience and concern with formerarguments. Im sorry, but I cant accept
solicitedattention.
Ray, Ill compromise this ride with you, said Janey.
You
remember Iused to try to interest you in the desert.
Certainly not, returned
Janey, coldly, as she smoothed her disheveledhair.
Patter was saddled waiting
for her, a fine little baymustang.
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