She pursued her advantage. "If you marry you've got to quit all this trail business."
"Dead sure thing! And that scares me too. I don't know how I'd stand being tied down to a stake."
She laid a hand on his arm. "Now see here, Mose, you let me help you. You know all about cattle and the trail, you can shoot and throw a rope, but you're a babe at lots of other things. You've got to get to work at something, settle right down, and dig up some dust. Now isn't that so?"
"I reckon that's the size of it."
It was singular how friendly she now seemed in his eyes. There was something so frank and gentle in her voice (though her eyes remained sinister) that he began almost to trust her.
"Well, now, I tell you what you can do. You take the job I got for you with the Express Company and I'll look around and corral something else for you."
He could not refuse to take her hand upon this compact. Then she said with an attempt to be careless, "Have you a picture of this girl? I'd like to see how she looks."
His face darkened again. "No," he said shortly, "I never had one of her."
She recognized his unwillingness to say more.
"Well, good-by, come and see me."