“We have an extra special attraction, too,” she added. “The ruins of ancient cliff dwellings. My father discovered them in the canyon years ago, and experts say they are in as fine a state of preservation as any ruins in the Southwest.”
“Why, you have everything at your ranch,” declared Mr. Postil enthusiastically. “I’ve been trying to find just such a place. How about taking Doris and me as your first paying guests?”
“Why, I’d like to have you,” Connie stammered, “only the ranch house isn’t fixed up. The food would be plain and there wouldn’t be any frills.”
“That’s exactly what I want,” Mr. Postil insisted. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll finish out the week at Silverhorn, then Monday morning I’ll come to your place, and I may be able to round up a few other guests for you. Here’s a couple weeks’ board and room money in advance.”
The old gentleman handed her two bills.
“Why, you’ve given me a hundred dollars!” Connie protested. “I can’t accept that much.”
“Take it, take it,” Mr. Postil urged carelessly. “I’m a very cranky old man and require a lot of service. You’ll find it will be worth that much to keep me.”
Connie was quite overcome by her good fortune. She tried to thank Mr. Postil for his generosity.
“I’m doing myself the service,” he declared. “I’ll get busy right away and see if I can’t locate those friends of mine. If I have any luck I’ll send you word.”
“But you’ve not even seen the ranch,” Connie protested. “You may not like it at all.”