There was no passing now, unless Mack Nolan wanted to risk smashing his crank-case on a lava rock, millions of which peppered that particular portion of the Mojave Desert.

He stopped perforce.
A pair of feet with legs attached to them, protruded from beneath the running board of the Ford.

The Little Woman in the big car leaned over the side and studied the feet critically.
"Casey Ryan, are those the best pair of shoes you own ?" she drawled at last.

"If you wouldn't wear such rundown heels, you know, you wouldn't look so bow-legged.

I've told you and TOLD you that your legs aren't so bad when you wear straight heels." Casey Ryan crawled out and looked up at her grinning sheepishly.
"They was all right when I left home, ma'am," he defended his shoes mildly.