“Well, that’s fine, Amos. You must feel better. I remember yuh kinda talked as though you was part of that society. You almost cried, if I remember right. You said I was a menace. I don’t think you lost any money in that robbery; so you must have been sincere. But that’s all past and done; so we might as well be friends, Amos. I was just wonderin’ who the young lady is.”
Amos was visibly relieved. He had always dreaded the day that Len Ayres might come back to Lobo Wells, but it was turning out much better than he had expected.
“That young lady is named Singer,” he told Len. “Madge Singer. I reckon she was the only close relative Harmony Singer had. Anyway, he made out his will and left her everything he owned, which included the Box S ranch and everything on it, and any money he might have in the bank.”
Len rubbed his nose vigorously and stared at Baggs, who continued:
“She was his niece. Brother’s girl. He knew where she was in San Francisco; so we got in touch with her. He made out this will quite a while ago, and I kept it here in my safe. Seems like a nice girl, doesn’t she?”
“Yea-a-a-ah, she does,” drawled Len slowly. “So she was a niece of Harmony Singer, eh? And she’s over here to take charge of the property. Goin’ to run the Box S, Amos?”
“She hasn’t mentioned her plans yet. It’s a little too soon for her to know what she’s going to do. I’ll take her out there to-morrow, and I think she will take charge.”
“Did she ever live on a cow ranch?”
“I don’t believe it. Looks like a sensible girl.”
“Yeah, she does. Well, well! Madge Singer. Funny the old man didn’t never say anythin’ about her to me.”