Certainly her appearance proclaimed her very much worth while. To
dwell on the long lines of her supple young body, the exquisite
throat and chin curve, was a pleasure with a thrill to it. As a
physical creation, a mere innocent young animal, he thought her
perfect; attuned to a fine harmony of grace and color. But it was
the animating vitality of her, the lightness of motion, the fire
and sparkle of expression that gave her the captivating charm she
possessed.
They were two miles nearer the camel-backed peak before he broke
the silence.
"Beats a bronco for getting over the ground. Think I'll have to
get one," he mused aloud.
"With the money you took from the Ayr bank?" she flashed.
"I might drive off some of your cows and sell them," he
countered, promptly. "About how much will they hold me up for a
machine like this?"
"This is only a runabout. You can get one for twelve or fourteen
hundred dollars of anybody's money."
"Of yours?" he laughed.
"I haven't that much with me. If you'll come over and hold up the
ranch perhaps we might raise it among us," she jeered.
His mirth was genuine. "But right now I couldn't get more than
how much off y'u?"
"Sixty-three dollars is all I have with me, and I couldn't give
you more--NOT EVEN IF YOU PUT RED HOT IRONS BETWEEN MY FINGERS.
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