“I see. Did you just come down from the horse ranch?”
“You’ve guessed it right.”
“Then I’m sorry I can’t ask you to ’light. Dad’s orders.”
“You’ve got lots of respect for his orders, haven’t you?” he derided.
“Yes, I have.” She could not quite make up her mind whether to laugh or become indignant.
“Then there’s no use trying to tell you the news from the ranch.”
A smile dimpled her cheeks and bubbled in her eyes. “If you should tell me, I suppose I couldn’t help hearing.”
“But I’m trying to figure out my duty. Maybe I oughtn’t to tempt you.”
“While you’re making up your mind, I’ll run back into the kitchen and look at the pies in the oven.”
Curly swung from the saddle, and tossed the bridle rein to the ground. He followed her into the house. She was taking an apple pie from the oven, but took time to be saucy over her shoulder.