There was a white flash of his teeth as he laughed, a red flash of his amazing hair in the sunset light.

Then he was pulling up and swinging down to the ground.

He came to meet her with his hat dangling in one hand and the other extended.
Typically Western, she thought, that in their second meeting he should act like an old friend.

Delightfully Western, too! Under his straight-glancing eyes, his open smile of pleasure, new confidence came in Marianne, new self-reliance.

The grip of his hand sent strength up her arm and into her heart.
"I'd given you up," she admitted.
"Mighty sorry it took so long," said Perris.