"My heavens, Angus, don't tell me she's built like a horse!"
"Don't be a little fool!" her brother growled. "She's better built than you are, young lady, and prettier, too."
"Oh, indeed!" Miss Jean sniffed. "Well, beauty doesn't run in our family. Now tell me about Turkey."
But Angus could not give her much information. Turkey was working around, here and there, but he never came to the ranch.
"Can't we get him to come back, Angus?"
"He can come when he likes."
"Yes, I know. But won't you ask him?"
Angus did not reply at once.
"No" he said at last, deliberately, "I won't. It's not the fire; I don't care for that. But we haven't got along well for a long time. It had to come to a show-down."
Out of her knowledge of her brother, Jean dropped the subject temporarily. She asked casually about Chetwood.