Mr.Forrman refuses to take any responsibility--" "So do I.I don't know of any woman that's liable to come trailing me up.
Where is she ?" From the doorway Rosemary pointed dramatically, and Luck went up and stood beside her, rolling down his sleeves while he stared at the trail.
Down the slope, head bent to the whooping wind, a woman came walking with a free, purposeful stride that spoke eloquently of accustomedness to the open land.

Her skirts flapped but could not impede her movements.

She seemed to be carrying some bright-hued burden upon her shoulders, and she was, without doubt, coming straight down to the ranch as to a much-desired goal.
"You can search me," he said emphatically in answer to Applehead's question.

"Must be some _senora_ away off the trail.

I never saw her before in my life." "We-ell, now, that there lady don't act like she's lost," Applehead declared, watching her intently as she came on.