" Miss Mackenzie's covert glance questioned
suspiciously what this diversion might mean.
"All this country's interesting. Take Tucson now that burg is
loaded to the roofs with live stories. It's an all-right business
town, too--the best in the territory," he continued
patriotically. "She ain't so great as Douglas on ore or as
Phoenix on lungers, but when it comes, to the git-up-and-git
hustle, she's there rounding up the trade from early morn till
dine."
He was still expatiating in a monologue with grave enthusiasm on
the town of his choice, when they came to the pasture fence of
the ranch.
"Some folks don't like it--call it adobe-town, and say it's full
of greasers. Everybody to his taste, I say. Little old Tucson is
good enough for me."
She gave a queer little laugh as he talked. She had put a taboo
on his love story herself, but she resented the perfectly unmoved
good humor with which he seemed to be accepting her verdict. She
made up her mind to punish him, but he gave her no chance. As he
helped her to dismount, he said:
"I'll take the horses round to the stable, Miss Mackenzie.
Probably I won't see you again before I leave, but I'm hoping to
meet you again in Tucson one of these days.
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