“Daddy is down to the bunk-house. I have ordered Scotty to saddle Fleet and a horse for you; then we are going to see Dad, and I’ll have him introduce you to the boys.”
“Did you beat Scotty in yesterday?” he asked.
“Did I?” Josephine tossed her head proudly. “Outside of Bud Anderson’s horse, there isn’t one on the range that can overtake Fleet.”
“Who is Bud Anderson?” he queried, getting interested.
“Why, didn’t you know?” she asked in surprise. “Bud Anderson! he’s the foreman of our ranch, and Sheriff of this County. He taught me how to shoot and ride. I have known him ever since I can remember.”
“I do remember of Red telling about a foreman and Sheriff but he didn’t mention his name,” he answered vaguely.
“Here comes Scotty with our horses,” the girl cried, clapping her hands with glee.
Mason was a little stiff from being in the saddle the day before.
“I’m afraid I’ll prove a poor rider if I have to keep up with you, Miss Josephine,” he said dismally.
The girl gave him a swift look.