Len started slightly, but nodded. This girl was rather good-looking, evidently from the city, and he wondered why she would come to Lobo Wells to seek Amos Baggs.
“Do you happen to know him?” she asked.
“Yeah, I know him, ma’am. Lemme pack that valise, and I’ll take yuh up to his office. Do you know Baggs?”
Nan shook her head as she surrendered the valise to Len.
“No, I have never seen him.”
“Uh-huh. Kinda hot to-day. We’ll hit the shady side.”
“Thank you so much.”
Nan stole several glances at the hard-faced cowboy with the greenish-gray eyes, as they walked up the creaking sidewalk. He was the first cowboy she had ever seen, except on the stage, and it struck her that his raiment was a trifle theatrical, until she saw several others, who were dressed much the same. The big gun swinging from his hip looked businesslike.
“Do you take care of cattle?” she asked.
A smile flashed across Len’s lips.