So long." He swung away from his companion, whose trail to the Bar Nothing led him straight west, passing the Lazy A coulee well out from its mouth, toward the river.

Lite could save a half mile by bearing off to the north and entering the coulee at the eastern side and riding up through the pasture.

He wanted to see how the grass was coming on, anyway.
The last rain should have given it a fresh start.
He was in no great hurry, after all; he had merely been bored with Jim's company and wanted to go on alone.

And then he could get the fire started for Jean.

Lite's life was running very smoothly indeed; so smoothly that his thoughts occupied themselves largely with little things, save when they concerned themselves with Jean, who had been away to school for a year and had graduated from "high," as she called it, just a couple of weeks ago, and had come home to keep house for dad and Lite.