"You really want me to do—all this?" Hazel's laughing eyes were raised questioningly.
"Everything, but—the killing."
"The fainting—really?"
"Sure." The man's eyes opened wide. "It's the picture. It's the reality. It's the local color."
"Oh, dear!" laughed Hazel, as they rode up to the ranch house. "I suppose I've got to do it."
"You will?"
Gordon flung himself out of the saddle. Hazel laughingly held out her hand in assurance.
"My hand on it, Gordon, dear," she cried.
The man seized it in both of his. Then, regardless of what sharp eyes might be peeping in their direction, he reached up, and, catching her about the waist, drew her down towards him till her head was level with his, and kissed her rapturously.
"Say, you're the greatest little woman on earth, and—I love you to death."