As it is, I reckon I've
got to wait until you get damn good an' ready; got to wait until a
measly, sneakin' woman--"
Her laugh interrupted him--low, disdainful, mocking.
"I think I know what you are going to say. You are going to tell me
how I wormed my way into the good graces of your father and coaxed him
to make me his beneficiary. It is your intention to be mean, to insult
me, to try to bully me." Her eyes flashed as she leaned a little
toward him. "Understand," she said; "your bluster won't have the
slightest effect on me. I am not afraid of you. So swear and curse to
your heart's content. As for bossing the ranch," she went on, her
voice suddenly one of cold mockery, "what is there to boss? Some
dilapidated buildings! Of course you may boss those, because they
can't object. But you can't boss me, nor grandfather, nor Bob--because
we won't let you!"
She walked away from the table and went to a door that led to another
room, standing in the opening and looking back at Calumet, who still
sat at the table, speechless with surprise.
"Go out and begin your bossing!" she jeered. "Very likely the
buildings will begin to dance around at your bidding. With your
admirable persuasive powers you ought to be able to do wonders with
them in the matter of repairs. Try it, at least.
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