Always courteous, Seth stood, hand on plough, waiting for her to state her errand or move on.
She did neither.
"There be'n't many neighbors hereabout, be there?" she ventured presently, toying with her broncho's mane.
"No," said Seth. "They ah mighty scarce. One about every eighteen miles or so."
Cyclona looked straight at him out of her big dark eyes framed by their heavy lashes.
"I am a neighbor of yourn," she said.
"I'm glad of that," responded Seth with ready Southern cordiality. "Wheah do you live?"
Cyclona turned and pointed to the horizon.
"About ten or twelve miles away," she explained. "There!"
"Been theah long?" asked Seth.