She sure likes you, Bud.

She don't, everybody that comes along." Bud did not want to discuss Honey, wherefore he made no reply, and they walked along in silence, the cool, heavy darkness grateful after the oil lamps and the heat of crowded rooms.

As they neared the corrals a stable door creaked open and shut, yet there was no wind.

Jerry halted, one hand going to Bud's arm.

They stood for a minute, and heard the swish of the bushes behind the corral, as if a horse were passing through.