He had been engaged
in lofty and oblivious conversation with Texas, but he did not
intend to allow reminiscences to get under way just now.
At this opportune juncture arrived the mistress of the "gasoline
bronc," neatly clad in a simple white lawn with blue trimmings.
She looked like a gleam of sunshine in her fresh, sweet youth;
and not even in her own school room had she ever found herself
the focus of a cleaner, more unstinted admiration. For the
outdoors West takes off its hat reverently to women worthy of
respect, especially when they are young and friendly.
Helen Messiter had come to Wyoming because the call of adventure,
the desire for experience outside of rutted convention, were
stirring her warm-blooded youth. She had seen enough of life
lived in a parlor, and when there came knocking at her door a
chance to know the big, untamed outdoors at first hand she had at
once embraced it like a lover. She was eager for her new life,
and she set out skillfully to make these men tell her what she
wanted to know. To them, of course, it was an old story, and
whatever of romance it held was unconscious. But since she wanted
to talk of the West they were more than ready to please her.
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