“Been in the saddle all day?”
“Yep. But that’s no con–––”
“No. Only I was thinking.”
Jim’s eyes were still on Eve. The girl was looking straight before her at the stove. She could only wait. These men, she felt, were shouldering her burden. But she was anxious. Somehow she hadn’t the same knowledge of Jim that Peter had. But then, how should she? Her point of view was so different.
Suddenly Jim started up.
“No, Peter, old friend, you can’t have the horse––I need it.”
Peter started forward. He was startled out of his belief in the man.
“What in–––”
But Jim cut him short.