"And you're going to have, before we leave here, Peter Pan."
"Then you'd better hurry and get that story written. I want a new saddle and, oh, lots of things!"
Bronson patted her hand as she walked with him to the cabin. He sat down to his typewriter, and she came out with a book.
She glanced up occasionally to watch the ponies grazing on the mesa. She was deeply absorbed in her story when some one called to her. She jumped up, dropping her book.
Bud Shoop was sitting his horse a few paces away, smiling. He had ridden up quietly to surprise her.
"A right lovely mornin', Miss Bronson. I reckon your daddy is busy."
"Here I am," said Bronson, striding out and shaking hands with the supervisor. "Won't you come in?"
"About that lease," said Shoop, dismounting. "If you got time to talk business."
"Most certainly. Dorothy will excuse us."
"Is Adams gone?"