Dad, I'll go _crazy_ if you don't let me into your life! "Dad, if you knew the stunts I've done in the last three years! It was make-believe West, but I learned things just the same." She kissed him on the unshaven cheek nearest her,--and thought of the kisses she had breathed upon the cheeks of story fathers with due care for the make-up on her lips.

Just because this was real, she kissed him again with the frank vigor of a child.
"Dad," she said wheedlingly, "I think you might scare up something that I can really ride.

Yellowjacket is safe, but--but you have real _live_ horses on the ranch, haven't you?
You must _not_ go judging me by the palms and the bay windows of the Casa Grande.

That's where I've slept, the last few years when I wasn't off on location--but it's just as sensible to think I don't know anything else, as it would be for me to think you can't do anything but skim milk and fry bacon and make sour-dough bread, just because I've seen you do it!" Brit laughed and patted her awkwardly on the back.

"If you was a boy, I'd set you up as a lawyer," he said with an attempt at playfulness.