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"Not on your life, I ain't. But we'll talk about that when the subject is

riper. There will be a showdown some day, and don't you forget it. Well,

Charley is calling me. So long, Miss Three-Quarters-Past-Seventeen." He

went jingling down the steps and swung to the saddle. "I'll not forget the

ad, and when I find the right man I'll ce'tainly rope and bring him to

you."

"The rustler?" she asked innocently.

"No, not the rustler, the gent between eighteen and forty-eight, object

matrimony."

"I don't want to trouble you," she flung at him with her gay smile.

"No trouble at all. Fact is, I've got him in mind already," he assured her

promptly.

"Oh!" A pulse of excitement was beating in her throat.

"You don't ask me who he is," suggested Norris boldly, crouched in the

saddle with his weight on the far stirrup.

She had brought it upon herself, but now she dodged the issue. "'Most

anyone will do, and me going on eighteen."

"You're wrong, girl. Only one out of a thousand will do for your master."

"Master, indeed! If he comes to the Bar Double G he'll find he is at the

wrong address. None wanted, thank you."

"Most folks don't want what's best for them, I allow. But if they have

luck it sometimes comes to them."

"Luck!" she echoed, her chin in the air.

"You heard me right. What you need is a man that ain't afraid of you, one

to ride close herd on you so as to head off them stampede notions of

yours. Now this lad is the very one. He is a black-haired guy, and when he

says a thing----"

Involuntarily she glanced at his sleek black head. Melissy felt a sudden

clamor of the blood, a pounding of the pulses.

"--he most generally means it. I've wrangled around a heap with him and

there's no manner of doubt he's up to specifications. In appearance he

looks like me. Point of fact, he's a dead ringer for me."

She saw her chance and flashed out. "Now you're flattering him. There

can't be two as--as fascinating as Señor Norris," she mocked.

His smoldering eyes had the possessive insolence she resented and yet

found so stimulating.

"Did I say there were two?" he drawled.

It was his parting shot. With a touch of the spur he was off, leaving her

no time for an adequate answer.