“Iowa,” he smiled.
“Oh, is it Iowa?” He had sidestepped her little trap, but she did not give up. “Just arrived?”
“I’ve been herding sheep for a month.” 29
“Oh, sheep-herding!” Her disdain implied that if he were fit for nothing better than sheep-herding, the West could find precious little use for him.
“It was all I could get to do.”
“Where did you say you wrangled Mary’s little lamb?”
“In the Catalinas.”
“Whose outfit?”
Question and answer were tossed back and forth lightly, but both were watching warily.
“Outfit?” he repeated, puzzled.