“If you want to call it that—yes.”
“And Mr. Sample wasn’t stuffing me, then?”
“In the main he was right, I suppose. But old Simp does love to paint things in lurid colors.”
“And you don’t think it’s going to rain?”
Jess scanned the black clouds which now obscured the Tetons.
“These mountain showers don’t last very long. We can find shelter under some of these overhanging rocks.”
“I think I prefer to start back to the ranch. Isn’t this thing rolled up behind my saddle a raincoat?”
“It’s a slicker, Miss Mariel. If you really want to turn back, you’d better put it on before we start.”
At a glance from her he leaned over, untied the thongs which held the slicker, and without dismounting, held it while she thrust her arms in the sleeves.