The middle name was an addition no one had ever heard.
Belllounds then directed his glance and steps toward the girl.

The cowboys dropped their heads and shuffled on their way.
"There's only one girl on the ranch," said Belllounds, "so you must be Columbine." "Yes.

And you're Jack," she replied, and slipped off the fence.

"I'm glad to welcome you home." She offered her hand, and he held it until she extricated it.

There was genuine surprise and pleasure in his expression.
"Well, I'd never have known you," he said, surveying her from head to foot.