When he drove out of the ranchhouse yard he saw Betty watching him from one of the kitchen windows.

He felt like cursing her, but did not.
"I reckon," he said as he curled the lash of the whip viciously over the shoulders of the horses, "that she's got me locoed.

Well," he cogitated, "any woman's liable to stampede a man, an' I ain't the first guy that's had his doubts whether he's a coyote or a lion after he's been herd-rode by a petticoat.

I'm waitin' her out.

But Taggart--" The frown on his face indicated that his intentions toward the latter were perfectly clear..