"Do I look crazy?"

Judith stared deep into Douglas' blue eyes. "No," slowly, "you don't."

"You can have Buster and Prince too," said Douglas.

"No, sir, Doug! Why, they're all you've got in the world!"

"I have that dapple gray Young Jeff gave me after the trial. He's old
enough to break now."

There were tears in Judith's eyes. "Douglas Spencer, you are a gentleman!
If I do have a horse like Buster, I can be lots more help handling the
cattle."

"He's yours from this minute," repeated Douglas. "And so am I yours. But
I'm not going to nag you about it. I'm just going to try to look out for
you."

There was something so sober, so gentle, and so determined about Douglas
that for once in her life Judith was at a loss for a reply. She started
slowly for the cow shed. Then she turned back.

"But I'm not going to take Prince, Douglas. That's too much!"

"Well," said Douglas. "Maybe I will keep Prince for a while. It'll be
kind of lonesome."

"Lonesome!" Judith repeated the phrase as though it struck a familiar