Bowers was not due at headquarters for several days, so as soon as Kate found the leisure she set out to take his mail to him, anticipating with some enjoyment his confusion when he saw the extent of it. She came across him out in the hills, engaged in some occupation which so absorbed him that he did not hear her until she was all but upon him.

"Oh, hello!" His face lighted up in pleased surprise when he saw her. "I was jest skinnin' out a rattlesnake for you."

"Were you, Bowers?" She looked at him oddly. "You are always doing something nice for me, aren't you?"

"This is the purtiest rattler I've seen this season," he declared with enthusiasm. "Look at the markin' on him. I thought it ud show up kind of nifty laid around the cantle of your saddle. A rattlesnake skin shore makes a purty trimmin', to my notion. Don't know what he was doin' out of his hole so late in the season. He was so chilled I got him easy--an old feller--nine rattles and a button."

Kate got off her horse and sat down to watch him while Bowers enumerated the possibilities of snake skins as decorations.

"I brought your mail to you," she said when he had finished.--"Letters."

"Now who could be writin' to me?" he demanded in feigned innocence.

"I'm curious myself, since there's a bushel," she answered dryly.

Bowers looked up at the bulging mail sack and colored furiously. Then he blurted out in desperate candor: "I ain't honest, but I won't lie--I been advertisin'."

"What for?"

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The perspiration broke out on Bowers's forehead.

"I thought I'd git married, if anybody that looked good to me would have me."

"You're not happy, Bowers?" she asked gently.

"I ain't sufferin', but I ain't livin' in what you'd call no seventh heaven."

Kate smiled at the grim irony of his tone.

"It's not up to much, this life of ours out here," she agreed in a low voice.

"Nothin' to look forward to--nothin' to look back to," he said bitterly.

"I understand," Kate nodded.

"I never had as much home life as a coyote," he continued with rebellion in his tone. "A coyote does git a den and a family around him every spring." And he added shortly, "I'm lonesome."

They sat in a long silence, Kate with her hands clasped about a knee and looking off at the mountain. She turned to him after a while: "Do you like me, Bowers?"

"I shore do."

Then she asked with quiet deliberation: "Well enough to--marry me?"

Bowers looked at her, speechless. He managed finally: "Are you joshin'?"




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