To Howard, no less, was it a joy. He watched her race, with whip
whirling over her head, to cut off the lunging attempt at escape made
over and over by the wilder cattle; he saw that with every hour her
seat in the saddle became more secure; he read that she was not afraid.
He looked forward to long rides, just the two of them, across the
billowing sweep of Desert Valley, in the golden time when the title
rested secure with them, in the time when at last all dreams came true.
Of any world outside their own happy valley they knew little. Sanchia
had pitched her tent near the Longstreet camp, but these days she was
left very much to herself. They did not pass through Sanchia's Town on
their way back and forth and knew and cared nothing of its activities.
The Longstreets, keenly interested in all that went forward on the
ranch, were persuaded to accept Howard's hospitality for three days and
nights. They rode early and late; there were the brief before-bedtime
talks together; Helen saw the bluebird feather and laughed about it;
she claimed it, but was in the end, after a deal of bantering argument,
content to leave it where it was. She allowed Howard to talk what she
branded as foolishness about certain alterations in the old house which
he prophesied would be necessary before long; she grew into the custom
of speaking of the room which she had occupied on her first visit to
the ranch as 'my room.' She was very happy and forgot that her father
was a troublesome childlike parent who fancied that he knew how to
discover gold mines. What did mere gold amount to, anyway?
Then came the drive. The pick of the herd were to be moved slowly down
to San Juan. Howard had communicated with his former buyers, and they
were eager for more of his stock and at the former price. He wanted
Helen and her father to come with them. But Longstreet shook his head
smilingly.
'I'm two-thirds cowboy now,' he chuckled. 'A few more days of this and
I'll be coming to you and asking for a job! It won't do, my boy. It
won't do. Especially at a time like this. You make your drive and
I'll make mine. And I'll bet you a new twenty-dollar hat that when you
get back I'll have found gold again.'
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