"I got a bit of fencing to finish on my homestead, and I got to ride over to Bar Q."
"What you want at Bar Q?"
Cyril's straight glance met his.
"My girl's there."
"Who'd you mean?"
"Nettie Day. We're planning to get married this winter."
The savage in Bull Langdon was barely held in check. He could scarcely control the impulse to throttle the life out of this cool-eyed youth, who dared to claim for his own what was the Bull's.
"You're countin' your chickens before they're hatched, ain't you?" he snarled. "Mebbe the gell's stuck on someone else."
"Not on your life she's not," said Cyril with calm conviction. "She and me are promised."