“Yes’m,” nodded Sleepy quickly. “Nice place yuh got, ma’am.”
“It really is nice.”
“One of the nicest I ever seen,” seriously. “And it’s kind of a novelty to find a woman runnin’ a cow ranch.”
“Oh, I’m not running it—much. I leave that to the men.”
“I reckon that’s the right thing to do.”
“Won’t you put up your horses and stay for supper? Len and Sailor will be along pretty soon, and I feel sure they would be sorry if you didn’t stay.”
“I’ve made up my mind,” grinned Sleepy. “I’ll stay.”
“I expected that,” said Hashknife seriously. “Thank yuh, Miss Singer.”
“By golly, that’s a pretty girl,” declared Sleepy, as they unsaddled their horses at the stable.
“Not bad,” said Hashknife.