At a half mile he knew the team, and it did not require much shrewdness to guess at the errand.

He twitched the reins, turned his spurred heels against his horse and went loping over the grassland to meet the person who drove in such haste; and the probability that he was meeting trouble halfway only sent him the more eagerly forward.
Trouble met him with hard, brown eyes and corn yellow hair blown in loose strands across cheeks roughened by the spring winds and sun-glare of Montana.

Trouble pulled up and twisted sidewise in the seat and kicked the heads off some wild larkspurs with her whip while her tongue flayed the soul of Andy Green with sarcasm.
"Well, I have found out just how you helped me colonize this tract, Mr.
Green," she began with a hard inflection under the smoothness of her voice.

"I must compliment you upon your promptness and thoroughness in the matter; for an amateur you have made a remarkable showing--in--in treachery and deceit.

I really did not suppose you had it in you." "Remember, I told you I might buy in if it looked good to me," Andy reminded her in the mildest tone of which he was capable--and he could be as mild as new milk when he chose.
Florence Grace Hallman looked at him with a lift of her full upper lip at the left side.