“I guess I was darn lucky to get rid of that horse,” the homesteader remarked, as he gazed after the Bad Man.
The woman said nothing. She only wondered.
MOLLIE DARLING
OUT of the warm distance came the song:
“Do you love me, Mollie darling?
Say you love none else but me—”
The man seated in the cabin door raised a battered face and listened, as down the trail came the singer and the song.
“Mollie, sweetest, fairest, dearest;