“Oh, well, allowances should be made for a tenderfoot,” she bantered.
“At least I recognized your queenliness, even if at first I did mistake what you were queen of,” he thrust back.
“So you still insist I’m a queen? Of what, pray?”
“Of Hearts!” he answered with fervor. 27
His daring was rewarded with a lovely blush. But she was only momentarily disconcerted.
“I am not so sure of that,” she replied. “Though it’s not Queen of Spades, because I do not have to work; and it can’t be Diamonds, because Daddy is no more than comfortably well to do––only six thousand head of stock. But as for Hearts––No, I’m sure it must be Clubs; I do so love to knock around. Really, if ever they break up this range, it will break my heart same time.”
“Break up the range? How do you mean?”
“Put it under irrigation and turn it into orchards and farms, as they have done so many places here on the Western Slope. You know, Colorado apples and peaches are fast becoming famous even in Europe.”
“I do not wonder, not in the least––if I am to judge from a certain sample of the Colorado peach,” he ventured.
This time she did not blush. “I am quite serious, Mr. Ashton,” she reproved him. “Daddy owns only five sections. The rest of his range is public land. If settlers should come in and homestead it, he would have to quit the cattle business. You cannot realize how fearfully we are watching the irrigation projects––all the Government reclamation work, and the private dams, too. There seems to be no water that can be put on Dry Mesa, yet the engineers are doing such wonderful things these days.” 28