"Hold on there!" cried Collie, jumping forward.
"Collie, I'll talk with him."
"Take my horse, Miss Louise," said Collie, flushing.
"No, indeed. I'll ride Sarko."
"I'll get him," said Collie.
"No. Mr. Tenlow will get him, I am sure."
"A woman can make any deal look smooth—if she is interested," said Tenlow, turning toward the brush. He came out leading the pony.
"Thank you. Collie, you may get the mail, please."
Collie stood watching her as she rode away. Then with much deliberation he tied his own pony Apache to a clump of greasewood. He unbuckled his belt and flung it, with gun and holster, to the ground.
"Now," he said, his face blazing white with suppressed anger. "I'm going to make you eat that speech about any woman making things look smooth—if she's interested."