“He said it would be our honeymoon––and––and I had never been away from here.”
“What’s his name?”
She hesitated in uncertainty whether or not she should answer.
“Ed Sorenson,” came at last from her lips.
Steele Weir slowly thrust his head forward, fixing her with burning eyes.
“Son of the big cattleman?” he demanded.
“Yes, sir.”
“And you love him?”
“Yes, oh, yes!”