"Yes, I really do."
Douglas drew a long breath. "Judith, would you want me to be that way?"
"I sure would."
"Well, then, Judith, so help me God, I will be!"
Judith put her slender, muscular hand on Doug's, swallowed hard once or twice, but said nothing. Then the tense moment past, she asked, "Honest, Doug, don't you think that was kind of a smart stunt of mine?"
"I certainly do," with heart-felt conviction. "But I want you to promise me one thing. That you won't run any more cattle. Will you, Jude?"
"I'll promise you, if you'll promise me," returned Judith promptly.
"But it's different with a man," repeated Douglas.
"But you promised about that other."
"That was different. It was something personal between you and me. The other is business."