If Neil and he
clashed now there would be murder done. Of that she felt sure.
That she set herself to humor the Wolf's whims was no more for
her own safety than for that of the man who had been her friend.
She curbed her fears, clamped down her startled maiden modesty,
parried his advances with light words and gay smiles. Once Neil
passed, and his eyes asked a question. She shook her head,
unnoticed by Leroy. She would fight her own battle as long as she
could. It was to divert him that she proposed they go down to the
corral and look at the wild cattle the men had driven down. She
told him she had heard a great deal about them, but had never
seen any. If he would go with her she would like to look at them.
The outlaw was instantly at her service, and they sauntered
across. In her hand the girl carried a closed umbrella she had
been using to keep off the sun.
They stood at the gate of the corral looking at the long-legged,
shaggy creatures, as wild and as active almost as hill deer. On
horseback one could pass to and fro among them without danger,
but in a closed corral a man on foot would have taken a chance.
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