She came to welcome her caller in a
short khaki riding-suit; her feet were encased in tan boots; she
wore a mannish felt hat and gauntlet gloves, showing that she had
spent the morning in the saddle. Dave thought she looked
exceedingly capable and business-like, and not less beautiful in
these clothes; he feasted his eyes covertly upon her.
"I expected you for luncheon," she smiled; and Dave could have
kicked himself. "I'm just going out now. If you're not in too
great a hurry to go home you may go with me."
"That would be fine," he agreed.
"Come, then I have a horse for you." As she led the way back
toward the farm buildings she explained: "I'm selling off a bunch
of cattle. Benito is rounding them up and cutting out the best
ones."
"You keep them, I reckon."
"Always. That's how I improve the grade. You will see a splendid
herd of animals, Mr. Law--the best in South Texas. I suppose
you're interested in such things."
"I'd rather watch a good herd of stock than the best show in New
York," he told her.
When they came to the corrals, an intricate series of pens and
chutes at the rear of the outbuildings, Law beheld two
thoroughbred horses standing at the hitching-rail.
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