The foreman hesitated, and then asked with an abrupt change of tone: “Have you been thinking over what I said the other day about selling the ranch?”
“I’ve been thinking, but my answer is still the same. I’ll never sell unless I’m compelled to do it.”
“This is the eleventh,” the foreman reminded her. “Have you talked with the banker lately?”
“I’m going in to Red Gulch tomorrow. I suppose I’ll have to come to some decision after I’ve seen Mr. Haynes again.”
“Well, let me know,” Blakeman nodded, as Connie walked slowly away.
It was after nine o’clock that evening when a familiar car came up the lane to the ranch house. Hearing the sound of the motor, Connie ran outside.
“Why, Lefty!” she cried in delight as the car stopped with a jerk. “You found our automobile!”
The cowboy climbed out and started to untie his horse which he had led on a long rope behind the vehicle.
“Barrows didn’t skip off with it after all,” he told Connie. “I found the car in front of the drug store at Red Gulch.”
“Did you see Jim?”