All of this Bucky did not read in that first moment of meeting,
but the shrewd judgment behind the level blue eyes came to an
appraisal roughly just. Before she had spoken three sentences he
knew she had all her sex's reputed capacity for injustice as well
as its characteristic flashes of generosity.
"Are you one of the men who have rebelled against my father and
attempted to murder him?" she flashed.
"I'm the man he condemned to be hanged tomorrow morning at dawn
for helping Juan Valdez take the guns," retorted Bucky, with a
laugh.
"You are his enemy, and, therefore, mine."
"I'm a friend of Michael O'Halloran, who stood between him and
the mob that wanted to kill him."
"Who first plotted against him and seduced his officers to betray
him," she quickly replied.
"I reckon, ma'am, we better agree to disagree on politics," said
Bucky good-naturedly. "We're sure liable to see things different
from each other. Castile and Arizona don't look at things with
the same eyes."
She looked at him just then with very beautiful and scornful
ones, at any rate. "I should hope not."
"You see, we're living in the twentieth century up in the
sunburned State," said Bucky, with smiling aplomb.
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