Spirited story, full of action, which should please readers of western fiction. The hero, who is elected sheriff on the supposition that he is lazy and easy-going, proves an unpleasant surprise to the corrupt ring that had supported him.
"When I tell my father," she sobbed, "he will kill you!"
"Here, stop crying," he directed, stretching forth an arm and leaning toward her.
At that she came alive with startling suddenness and with a full-armed sweep scored his cheek with her finger nails from temple to jaw.
"Don't touch me!" she squalled. "Don't touch me! When my father gets through with you----" She left the sentence unfinished and wheeled her horse.
But he was too quick for her and seized the bridle rein and swung her mount back.
"Listen," he said, his voice quiet but his eyes ablaze, "don't say anything to your father."
"Afraid now, are you?" she taunted sneeringly.
"Not for me, for him. I don't want any trouble with your pa, not any. But if he jumps me, I'll have to defend myself. And you know your pa was never very quick on the draw, Sally Jane. So long."
He let her bridle go and moved aside. She snatched her horse around with a jerk and flew homeward at a gallop.