She knew how to wear her clothes, too, he noted that instantly. She
was at home in them; she graced them, gave them a subtle hint of
quality that carried far and sank deep. As she came toward him he
observed that her cheeks were a trifle flushed, her eyes a little
brighter than usual, but for all that she was at ease and natural.
She stopped in front of him and smiled.
"Do you mind going over to the Diamond K with me this morning?" she
asked.
"What for?" he said gruffly, reddening as he thought she might see the
admiration which was slumbering in his eyes.
"To buy some cattle," she returned. "Kelton, of the Diamond K, hasn't
been fortunate this season. Little Darby has been dry nearly all of
the time and there has been little good grass on his range. In the
first place, he had too much stock, even if conditions were right. I
have heard that Kelton offered to pay the Taggarts for the use of part
of their grass, but they have never been friends and the Taggarts
wanted to charge him an outrageous price for the privilege. Therefore,
Kelton is anxious to get rid of some of his stock. We need cattle and
we can get them from him at a reasonable figure. He has some white
Herefords that I would like to get."
He cleared his throat and hesitated, frowning.
"Why don't you take Dade--or Malcolm?" he suggested.
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