"Why don't you want to let Paw use th' valley?"
"It ain't big enough for our own cows, an' we can't share it. As it is, we'll have to drive ten thousand on leased range next year to give our grass a rest."
"Well,—" she stopped and he waited to hear what she would say, and then asked her when she would be up again.
"I don't know! I don't know!" she cried.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing. I'm foolish—that's all," she replied, smiling, and trying to forget the picture which arose in her mind, a picture of desperate fighting along the line; of her father—and him.
"You scared me then," he said.
"Did I? Why, it wasn't anything."
"Are you shore?"
"Please don't ask me any questions," she requested.