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When she looked up from her task, presently, he was sitting in the shade of
the cedar, watching her. He had the expression of a man who hardly believed
what he saw.
"Did you have any trouble gettin' away, without tellin'--about me?" he asked.
"No. But I sure had a job with those packs," she replied.
"You must be a wonder with a horse."
As far as vanity was concerned Lucy had only one weakness--and he had touched
upon it.
"Well, Dad and Holley and Farlane argue much about me. Still, I guess they all
agree I can ride."
"Holley an' Farlane are riders?" he questioned.
"Yes, Dad's right-hand men."
"Your dad hires many riders, I supposed?"
"Sure I never heard of him turning any rider down, at least not without a
try."
"I wonder if he would give me a job?"
Lucy glanced up quickly. The idea surprised her--pleased her. "In a minute,"
she replied. "And he'd be grand to you. You see, he'd have an eye for
Wildfire."
The rider nodded his head as if he understood how that would be.
"And of course you'd never sell nor trade Wildfire?" went on Lucy.


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