[ CHAPTER I ][ CHAPTER II ][ CHAPTER III ][ CHAPTER IV ]
[ CHAPTER V ][ CHAPTER VI ][ CHAPTER VII ][ CHAPTER VIII ]
[ CHAPTER IX ][ CHAPTER X ][ CHAPTER XI ][ CHAPTER XII ]
[ CHAPTER XIII ][ CHAPTER XIV ][ CHAPTER XV ][ CHAPTER XVI ]
[ CHAPTER XVII ][ CHAPTER XVIII ][ CHAPTER XIX ][ CHAPTER XX ]
[ CHAPTER XXI ][ CHAPTER XXII ]

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

[ The Cow Puncher . . . . . . Frontispiece ]

[ These long rides afforded her many side-lights on the remarkable nature of her escort. ]

[ "You aren't talking to-day … what's wrong?" ]

[ "There is only one answer, Dave. Because I love you." ]

THE COW PUNCHER

CHAPTER ONE

The shadows of the spruce trees fell north-eastward, pointing long, cool fingers across belts of undulating prairie, or leaning lazily against the brown foothills. Like an incandescent globe the afternoon sun hung in the bowl of a cloudless heaven, filmy with heat, but the hot rays were met by the high altitude of the ranch country and lost their force like a blow half struck. And among the spruce trees it was cool and green, and clear blue water rippled over beds of shining gravel.