“But I can’t. I seem to—to wilt all up.”
“Son, you know the answer already. T-throw back yore haid an’ remember you got dominion.”
Dillon shifted the conversation, embarrassed eyes on the floor. “How’s—Miss Tolliver?”
“G-gettin’ well fast. On the porch yesterday. Everybody in town stopped to say how g-glad they was to see her out. Been havin’ the time of her life, June has. Mollie’s always right good to sick folks, but she c-ce’tainly makes a pet of June.”
“I’m glad. She’s through with me, o’ course, but I hope her friends look out for that Jake Houck.”
“You don’t need to worry about him. He’s learnt to keep hands off.”
Bob was not quite satisfied to let the matter rest there. In spite of the fact that he had made an outcast of himself he wanted to reinstate himself with June.
Hesitantly Bob approached the subject. “Maybe I’d better send her word I’m glad she come through all right.”
Blister’s eyes were stony. “Maybe you’d better not. What claim you got to be remembered by that li’l’ girl? You’re outa her life, boy.”
Bob winced. The harsh truth wounded his sensitive nature. She had been his friend once. It hurt him to lose her wholly and completely.