"No, ma'am."
"Oh!" She broke off with a gesture of impatience at his burlesque
of obedience. "You know what I mean--that you ought to deny it;
ought to be furious at me for suggesting it."
"Ought I?"
"Of course you ought."
"There's a heap of ways I ain't up to specifications," he
admitted, cheerfully.
"And who are they--the men that were attacking you?"
There was a gleam of irrepressible humor in the bold eyes. "Your
cow-punchers, ma'am."
"My cow-punchers?"
"They ce'tainly belong to the Lazy D outfit."
"And you say that you shot one of my men yesterday?" He could see
her getting ready for a declaration of war.
"Down by Willow Creek-- Yes, ma'am," he answered, comfortably.
"And why, may I ask?" she flamed
"That's a long story, Miss Messiter. It wouldn't be square for me
to get my version in before your boys. Y'u ask them." He
permitted himself a genial smile, somewhat ironic. "I shouldn't
wonder but what they'll give me a giltedged testimonial as an
unhanged horse thief."
"Isn't there such a thing as law in Wyoming?" the girl demanded.
"Lots of it. Y'u can buy just as good law right here as in
Kalamazoo."
"I wish I knew where to find it.
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