Beneath the tan he flushed, but his eyes did not waver. “I’m going to her now, Norma.”
“Now?” Her surprised glance swept the dark, new suit and the modish straw hat.
“She’s waiting for me at Cheyenne. We’re to be married to-morrow.”
After just an instant came the woman’s little, whispered cry: “Be good to her, Rowan.”
He nodded, then shook hands with her.
“And you be good to yourself, Norma. Better luck ahead.”
She gave a little wry smile. “Good-bye!”
McCoy passed forward to the day coach. From the train butcher he bought a magazine and settled himself for a long ride. He intended to spend the night where he was, even if a vacant berth should develop later in the sleeper. Tait would mole out quite enough evidence against him without any additional data supplied by indiscretion.
At Red Gulch a big, tanned Westerner entered the car and stopped beside the cattleman.
“ ’Lo, Mac,” he nodded genially.