Connie sprang lightly to the ground, tossing the reins over Silvertail’s head.
“You’re surely a wonderful sight for sore eyes yourself!” she declared. “I thought you’d be coming over to see me.”
Enid glanced quickly at her father and then looked away.
“Well—I intended to come—but——”
“I know,” said Connie quickly, “I haven’t been home many days.”
“Come on into the house,” Enid invited.
“I hear you happen to own a champion steer by the name of Catapult, Mr. Bradshaw,” remarked Connie as she stepped up on the veranda.
“Reckon I do,” answered the rancher.
“I’d love to see Catapult,” Connie went on. “All the boys are saying no one can throw him.”
“Catapult’s out on the range now,” replied the rancher. It seemed to Connie that his voice was not very friendly. At any rate he did not carry on the conversation.