She frowned slightly.
“Bunch,” curtly, “tell those people to stand back.”
Bunch waved his hand and yelled bluntly:
Again the light feminine laugh reached Kate and her lips tightened as she thought cynically:
“Dudes from the Scissor Ranch over to look at the freak woman sheepherder.”
Disston winced a little. Kate might misunderstand and take offense at Beth Rathburn’s laughter.
But Kate ignored, then forgot them, until Bowers, working at that end of the corral, came back and jerked his thumb over his shoulder:
“That feller wants to speak to you.”
Kate looked up impatiently, hesitated, wiped her face on the sleeve of her forearm and walked over without great alacrity.