"I left every prejudice east of the Missouri," she declared,
laughingly, "every one, social and religious. I 'm going to be a true
Westerner, from the top of my head to the toe of my shoe. Is Mr.
McNeil in your church?"
The minister hesitated. "I really do not recall the name," he
confessed at last, reluctantly. "I scarcely think I can have ever met
the gentleman."
"Oh, you ought to; he is so intensely original, and his face is full of
character. He reminds me of some old paladin of the Middle Ages. You
would be interested in him at once. He is the foreman of the 'Bar V'
ranch, somewhere near here."
"Do you mean Billy McNeil, over on Sinsiniwa Creek?" broke in Herndon.
"I think quite likely, uncle; would n't he make a splendid addition to
Mr. Wynkoop's church?"
Herndon choked, his entire body shaking with ill-suppressed enjoyment.
"I should imagine yes," he admitted finally. "Billy McNeil--oh, Lord!
There 's certainly a fine opening for you to do some missionary work,
Phoebe."
"Well, and I 'm going to," announced the young lady, firmly. "I guess
I can read men's characters, and I know all Mr.
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