“No, I can make it,” Jim Barrows insisted. “My head isn’t so woozy now.”
Connie helped him into the saddle, observing that he really did know how to mount. Then she led Silvertail down the trail.
“What made you think of getting a job at Rainbow Ranch?” she asked presently.
“They told me in Red Gulch that the place was badly in need of a few good men. I guess the ranch has been run by a girl who lives in the East and she’s let it go to pieces.”
Connie bit her lip and avoided looking at Jim Barrows.
“I need a job mighty bad,” the man went on. “Fact is, I’ve not had a square meal in a week.”
“I’ll see that you get one as soon as we reach the house,” Connie promised.
“I’m sorry to put you to so much trouble, Miss. Say, do you live near here?”
“Yes, at Rainbow Ranch,” the girl answered, laughing. “I neglected to tell you my name. I am Connie Carl.”
“Why, you’re the girl who owns the ranch!”