Wyoming, Story of Outdoor West by William MacLeod Raine
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Peaks. If y'u can drop me somewhere near there I think I'll
manage all right." "I'm not going to leave you till we reach a house," she informed him promptly. "You're not fit to walk fifty yards." "That's right kind of y'u, but I could not think of asking so much. My friends will find me if y'u leave me where I can work a heliograph." "Or your enemies," she cut in. "I hope not. I'd not likely have the luck to get another invitation right then to go riding with a friendly young lady." She gave him direct, cool, black-blue eyes that met and searched his. "I'm not at all sure she is friendly. I shall want to find out the cause of the trouble you have just had before I make up my mind as to that." "I judge people by their actions. Y'u didn't wait to find out before bringing the ambulance into action," he laughed. "I see you do not mean to tell me." "You're quite a lawyer, ma'am," he evaded. "I find you a very slippery witness, then." "Ask anything y'u like and I'll tell you." |
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