“With all the bitter memories and the things against you.”
He looked at her, his greenish-gray eyes half-closed thoughtfully.
“Mebbe I came back to dig up the money they say I hid.”
“I’m sorry I asked that question, Len.”
“Oh, it don’t matter, Nan. Everybody wonders, I reckon. Well,” he picked up his reins, “I suppose I’ll dig it up some day. Hope to. Right now, it don’t look promisin’, but yuh never can tell.”
“Don’t you want to go down and look at the old place, Len?”
He shook his head quickly.
“I don’t think so. Whisperin’ told me that they tore up all the floors and dug all around, lookin’ for my cache. I s’pose every cowpuncher in this country has hunted for my buried treasure in the last five years. They can dig for five more, and never find it, Nan. Well, we might as well start back home.”
“All right, Len. Do you know, I was just wondering why Baggs asked me to make you foreman of the Box S, when he was so bitter toward you before.”
“Mebbe he felt sorry for me,” smiled Len.