He looked after her, fingers caressing the welt that burned his cheek.
“You’ll pay for that, Kate Cullison,” he said aloud to himself.
Anger stung him, but deeper than his rage was a growing admiration. How she had lashed out at him because he had taunted her of her father. By Jove, a girl like that would be worth taming! His cold eyes glittered as he put the bloodstained kerchief in his pocket. She was not through with him yet—not by a good deal.
CHAPTER V
“AIN’T SHE THE GAMEST LITTLE THOROUGHBRED?”
Kate galloped into the ranch plaza around which the buildings were set, slipped from her pony, and ran at once to the telephone. Bob was on a side porch mending a bridle.
“Have you heard anything from dad?” she cried through the open door.
“Nope,” he answered, hammering down a rivet.