Billy Fenstow came over to Janet.
“You needn’t be so surprised,” he said.
“Only don’t let this go to your head. It doesn’t take a whole lot of acting ability to be a leading lady in a western. All you’ve got to have is a fair amount of beauty, some brains, and the ability to keep on top of a horse.”
Janet, recalling her experiences in “Broad Valley,” the first picture they had appeared in, smiled a little ruefully.
“I don’t know whether I’ll even be able to stay on a horse,” she admitted.
“Then we’ll glue you into the saddle,” smiled the director.
Others in the company came up. Most of them had been in the earlier picture and without exception they congratulated Janet on winning the leading rôle.
The weather was ideal and Billy Fenstow intended to make the most of it by shooting all of the exteriors possible.
Promptly at seven o’clock a large bus rolled onto the lot and the entire company, numbering some thirty-three, including the technicians, boarded the big vehicle.
Their destination was a ranch well into the foothills and it was after noon before they arrived. This particular outfit had never before been used for film purposes for it was well away from the usual run of traffic and harder to reach than some of the layouts nearer the studio.