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She looked steadily, with all a woman's keenness, into this man's face. The moment was one of the fateful decisions she knew the West had in store for her. Her future and that of Bo's were now to be dependent upon her judgments. It was a hard moment and, though she shivered inwardly, she welcomed the initial and inevitable step.
Maybe both, if you like. But it's well to take wild meat slow. An' turkey that 'll melt in your mouth." "Uummm!" murmured Bo, greedily. "I've heard of wild turkey." When they had finished Dale ate his meal, listening to the talk of the girls, and occasionally replying briefly to some query of Bo's.
Helen's hands trembled so that she could scarcely lace her boots or brush her hair, and she was long behind Bo in making herself presentable. When Helen stepped out, a short, powerfully built man in coarse garb and heavy boots stood holding Bo's hands. "Wal, wal! You favor the Rayners," he was saying, "I remember your dad, an' a fine feller he was."
Helen endeavored heroically to restrain her delicious, bursting glee. Bo's wide eyes stared at her lover darkened dilated. Suddenly she left the mustang to confront the cowboy where he lounged on the porch steps. "Do you mean that?" she cried. "Shore do." "Bah! It's only a magnificent bluff," she retorted. "You're only in fun. It's your your darned nerve!"
They left that, however, for a future tour, and came back without further adventure to their landing place, where they found their stores safe upon the beach, but the boat to Bo's consternation had drifted off from the shore, and was now some distance away, floating down the Lake. "Oh, Yulee!" said he, "what shall we do I see the boat is gone!" "That is all right," said she cheerfully.
The scene of Bo's defeat was at the edge of the park, where thick moss and grass afforded soft places for her to fall. It also afforded poor foothold for the gray mustang, obviously placing him at a disadvantage. Dale did not bridle him, because he had not been broken to a bridle; and though it was harder for Bo to try to ride him bareback, there was less risk of her being hurt.
Dale's first kisses were on her lips then, hard and cool and clean, like the life of the man, singularly exalting to her, completing her woman's strange and unutterable joy of the hour, and rendering her mute. Bo's melodious laugh, and her voice with its old mockery of torment, drifted softly on the night breeze.
Ridin' some fast, too, an' she'll be here right off, if she doesn't stop in the village." "Wal, I hear her comin' now," said Roy. "An' if you asked me I'd say she WAS ridin' some fast." Helen heard the light, swift, rhythmic beat of hoofs, and then out on the curve of the road that led down to Pine she saw Bo's mustang, white with lather, coming on a dead run.
Roy was sitting cross-legged, like an Indian, in front of a tarpaulin, upon which was spread a homely but substantial fare. Helen's quick eye detected a cleanliness and thoroughness she had scarcely expected to find in the camp cooking of men of the wilds. Moreover, the fare was good. She ate heartily, and as for Bo's appetite, she was inclined to be as much ashamed of that as amused at it.
But it was worth all this to meet Dale's penetrating glance, to see Bo's utter, incredulous astonishment. "Nell Rayner!" gasped Bo. "If my horse 'd been any good in the woods," panted Helen, "I'd not lost so much time riding down this mountain. And I'd caught you beat you." "Girl, did you RIDE down this last slope?" queried Dale. "I sure did," replied Helen, smiling.
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