“Then I reckon you ain’t got no use for rustlers?” he said.
“Meaning Dakota?” she questioned, a smoldering fire in her eyes.
“I reckon.”
“I wish,” she said, facing Duncan, her eyes flashing, “that you would kill him!”
“Why——” said Duncan, changing color.
But Sheila had dismounted and was walking rapidly toward the ranchhouse, leaving Duncan alone with his unfinished speech and his wonder.