“I am Marion Taylor,” she said, smiling. “We own the Double Bar 8.”
“Oh, yes.”
They considered each other silently for a while. Jimmy glanced around.
“Where’s your horse, Miss Taylor?”
She colored slightly.
“Got away from me. Spike hates snakes, you see. We found a big rattler, and I got off to shoot it. I didn’t want to shoot off Spike, because he hates a gun; so I got off, and when I shot the rattler, Spike yanked away.”
Jimmy nodded.
“We’ve both lost our horses, it seems. You see, I don’t know anything about snakes.”
“No? You know a rattler when you see one, don’t you?”
“No, I’m sure I wouldn’t.”