"Nor can I make a whole book out of only one character.

But I am going to try and draw a word picture of the West by writing of the things that I see.

And I am going to try and have some real characters in it.

I shall try to have them talk and act naturally." She smiled suddenly and looked at him with a significant expression.
"And the hero will not be an Easterner--to swagger through the pages of the book, scaring people into submission through the force of his compelling personality.

He will be a cowboy who will do things after the manner of the country--a real, unaffected care-free puncher!" "Have you got your eye on such a man ?" he asked, assuring himself that he knew of no man who would fill the requirements she had named.
"I don't mind telling you that I have," she returned, looking straight at him.
It suddenly burst upon him.