“Lefty, I’ve been thinking over what you said about the rodeo,” Connie declared slowly. “Do you really believe I’d have any chance to win that prize for bronco riding?”
“I sure do, Connie. No girl around here would have a chance against you, unless maybe it might be Enid Bradshaw.”
“I could use five hundred dollars right now,” Connie went on soberly. “I’ve decided to go out for it, Lefty.”
“The boys from the Rainbow will sure be pullin’ for you.”
“I’ll have to get busy and practice up,” Connie declared. “Until rodeo time I expect to be one big black and blue spot.”
Rather well pleased with her decision to enter the contest, the girl spent the afternoon making an inspection of the ranch. Everywhere she found evidence of careless management.
“If only I could win five hundred dollars in the rodeo, I’ll be able to pay Blakeman everything I owe him,” she thought. “Then I can get rid of him.”
After her long ride over the range, Connie felt more at peace with the world. Supper was over when she saw a lone rider turn in at the gate.
“Why, that’s Pop Bradshaw!” the girl thought as she recognized the stout rancher. She quickly arose from the porch and went to meet him.
“Hello, there, Connie,” beamed the old man as he stiffly dismounted. “Didn’t know you were back home.”