“Then you better walk carefully, because we’ve got plenty of them around here. You’ll probably see one on your way back to the AK.”
“Possibly,” said Jimmy gravely. “But I’m not going back—not now. You see, I’m going to take you home first.”
“Oh, no,” Marion smiled shortly. “It’s only about three miles, you see. I don’t mind the walk.”
“Well, I’m goin’ along,” declared Jimmy. “You might get bit by a snake, or—or—”
Marion smiled with amusement.
“Do you think you could protect me from a rattler, Mr. Legg?”
“I dunno,” confessed Jimmy.
He glanced at the Colt, which swung from her hip.
“Can you hit anything with that?”
“Sometimes. Why?”