He extended his hands to the heat and moved his fingers about to expel their numbness.

"I don't know what your father would say if he knew all the circumstances." "I--I don't know, either," Louise stammered, in dismay at the thought.
"How's Imogene ?" he inquired.
"Improving slowly.

All she needed was to get away from that horrid cabin and horrid--well, surroundings." "And your father's here ?" "At one of the feed corrals, I think.

He had all the cattle rounded up before the blizzard and held here and fed.

A big task, with several thousand head." "Then we're safe," said Lee.
Louise looked at him doubtfully.