“Why, no child, not that I could notice. That scalawag doesn’t seem to have much conscience concerning his behavior.”
“Or his language!” she added.
“Sure, that was some invocation he offered up! But just between pals, Billie, you ought to have been in hearing.”
“I––I don’t suppose he even remembers that I was,” she remarked, and then after a silence, “or––or even mentioned––us?”
“Why, no, Billie. You made the right guess when you sized him up and thought he couldn’t hold the job. He certainly doesn’t belong, Billie, for this ranch is the homing nest of the peace doves, and he’s just an ungainly young game rooster starting out with a dare against the world, and only himself for a backer. Honest,––if that misguided youth had been landed in jail, I don’t reckon there’s anyone in Arizona with little enough sense to bail him out.”
“Likely not,” said Billie. “Well, there’s the basket from Tia Luz, and I might as well go home.”