“We are going to have a nice little ride and I am going to teach you how to ride fast and shoot,” she declared with fine assurance.
Mason noticed for the first time that she carried in her belt a small Colt’s revolver. Scotty had come up with the horses and after greeting him they mounted and rode slowly to the bunk-house.
“Some of the boys are riding the range, Jack,” she explained as they dismounted at the door.
Putting a whistle to her lips she blew a long shrill note.
“Coming,” called a voice from within.
The door flew open and the ranch owner appeared.
“Daddy,” the girl began before he could speak, “I would like you to make Jack acquainted with the boys.”
“Jack, eh,” he said with a grin, winking at Mason.
The girl blushed and glanced reprovingly at her father.
The ranch owner stepped inside and called briskly,