For all that, he felt there was a difference somewhere. It chilled his
eagerness a little, and it blanketed his enthusiasm so that he did not
tell her the things he had meant to tell. He had ridden over with
another nugget in his pocket--a nugget the size of an almond. He had
come to give it to Billy Louise and to tell her how and where he had
found it.
It is too bad that he changed his mind again and kept that lump of gold
in his pocket. It would have explained so much, if he had given it to
Billy Louise to put in her blue plush treasure box. It would even have
brought to life that first faith in him. She might have told him--one
never can foresee the lengths to which a woman's confessional mood will
carry her--about that corral hidden in the canyon, and of her sickening
certainty that she had seen him ride stealthily away from it. If she
had, he would have convinced her that she was mistaken, and that he had
that afternoon been washing gold a good ten miles from there, until it
was too dark for him to work.
He took the nugget back home, and he took it sooner than he had
intended to return. He also carried back a fit of the blues which
seemed to have attacked him without cause or pretext, since he had not
quarreled with Billy Louise, and had been warmly welcomed by "mommie."
Poor mommie was looking white and frail, and her temples were too
distinctly veined with purple. Ward told himself that it was no wonder
his Wilhemina acted strained and unnatural. He meant to work harder
than ever and get his stake so that he could go and make her give him
the right to take care of her.
He began to figure the cost of commuting his homestead right away, so
that he would not have to "hold it down" for another three years.
Maybe she would not want to bring her mother so far off the main road.
In that case, he would go down and put that Wolverine place in shape.
He had no squeamishness about living on her ranch instead of his own,
if she wanted it that way. He meant to be better "hooked up"
financially than she was and have more cattle, when he put the gold
ring on her finger. Then he would do whatever she wanted him to do,
and he would not have to crucify his pride doing it.
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