"I am well in health, Mr. Wolverton," answered the widow, gravely.
"Yes, yes, of course; I understand," he hastily answered. "Terribly sudden, Mr. Barton's death was, to be sure, but dust we are, and to dust we must return, as the Scripture says."
Mrs. Burton did not think it necessary to make any reply.
"I came over to offer my—my condolences," continued Mr. Wolverton.
"And I thought perhaps you might stand in need of some advice from a practical man."
"Any advice will be considered, Mr. Wolverton."
"I've been thinkin' the thing over, and I've about made up my mind that the best thing you can do is to sell the ranch," and the real estate agent squinted at Mrs. Burton from under his red eyebrows.
"That was my first thought; but I consulted with Robert, and he was anxious to have me carry on the ranch with his help."
Aaron Wolverton shook his head.