"No," said Bud Lee gravely. "I'll take mine standing, please!"
"Like a man to be shot at dawn?" cried Judith. "Dear me, Mr. Lee, that sounds so tragic. What, pray, are you taking?"
"A new job," said Lee. "I've come to tell you that just being horse foreman doesn't suit me any longer. What you need and need right away is a general manager. That's what I want to be, your general manager, Judith. For life!"
Judith laughed softly, happily. Her hands flew out to him like two little homing birds, and she followed them—home.
"You'll find your work cut out for you, Mr. Lee," she told him.
[Illustration: "You'll find your work cut out for you.">[
"It's the kind of work I want," answered Bud Lee.
Then suddenly her arms went about his neck and tears sprang into her eyes and she set her lips to the cut he had sought to cover with his hair, and took his sore, swathed hand tenderly into her own two hands, laying it against her cheek.