Before putting the bridle on her horse, however, he
found an opportunity to work off part of the resentment which had
accumulated in him over her reference to his conduct.
After adjusting the saddle, paying particular attention to the cinches,
he straightened and looked at her.
"Do you reckon to have a bridle that belongs to that right pretty
saddle an' suit of yourn?" he asked.
She cast a swift glance about her and blushed. "Oh," she said; "I have
forgotten it! It is in my room!"
"I reckon I'd get it if I was thinkin' of goin' ridin'," he said.
"Some folks seem to think that when you're ridin' a horse a bridle is
right handy."
"Well," she said, smiling at him as she went out the stable door; "it
has been a long time since I have had these things on, and perhaps I
was a little nervous."
At this reference to her past the pulse of pity which he had felt for
her before again shot over him. He had seen a quick sadness in her
eyes, lurking behind the smile.
"I reckon you've been stayin' in the house too much," he said gruffly.
She hesitated, going out of the door, to look back at him, astonishment
and something more subtle glinting her eyes. He saw it and frowned.
"It's twelve miles to the Diamond K," he suggested; "an' twelve back.
If you're figgerin' on ridin' that distance an' takin' time between to
look at any cattle mebbe you'd better get a move on.
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