‘Never noticed. His brother used to work with Noah. But what is fine about his eyes?’
‘The way they look at you, Lem.’
The sheriff laughed softly. ‘You’re a pretty girl, Nan.’
‘But they didn’t look at me that way.’
‘I pass,’ sighed Lem.
The three men were coming from the livery-stable with their horses.
‘Mebby you better stay here in town until this thing is over,’ suggested Lem.
‘Not me,’ declared Nan. ‘I’m going back with you, if that stolen horse is able to make the trip.’
‘Looks like Dave Morgan’s bronc,’ grinned Lem. ‘He’ll want me to arrest yuh for stealin’ his horse, I suppose. Mebby I will, Nan; who knows?’
‘I—I hope you won’t, Lem,’ she said seriously.