She looked up: “I would die,” she said simply, “for a love like that.”
They heard the steps of a man approaching the house. She sat down on the old sofa pale, trembling and with bitterness in her heart.
Travis walked to the door and opened it:
“Come in, Clay,” he said quietly. “I am glad that my man found you. We have been waiting for you.”
“I finished that survey and came as fast as I could. Your man rode on to The Gaffs, but I came here as you wrote me to do,” and Clay came in quietly, speaking as he walked to the fire.