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To Phyllis, riding fro the old Fort Lincoln Trail, cae above She waved to hiuided his pony deftly down the edge of the steep slope

"Been looking for solad Inow?" she asked

"Home, I reckon; but I'll ride with you to Seven Mile if you don't mind"

She looked at her watch "It's just five-thirty We'll be in tiuess you know that will suitlook from his dark eyes

"Supper suits most healthy lance sweeping keenly over hied the mouth of a distant cañon

"I'll bet it does when they can sit opposite Phyl Sanderson to eat it"

She frowned a little, the while he took her in out of half-shut, sallery In truth, onepicture estive of the land that had cradled and reared her

His gaze annoyed her, without her quite knohy "I wish you wouldn't look at me all the time," she told him with the boyish directness that still occasionally lent a tang to her speech

"And if I can't help it?" he laughed

"Fiddlesticks! You don't have to say pretty things to me, Brill Healy," she told him

"I don't say them because I have to"

"Then I wish you wouldn't say thehteen years"

"Known and loved her eighteen years It's a long tiht derision on hiet truth when one is sentimental, I reckon"

"I'm not sentimental I tell you I'm in love," he answered

"Yes, Brill With yourself I've known that a long tihteen years," sheof sullenness had by this tiht to love you as any one else, haven't I? As ht as that durned waddy, Keller?"

Fire flashed in her eyes "If you want to know, I despise you when you talk that way"