Hancock, Dick’s arm guiding him, came down the room to confront Paula and her sisters standing in a row on three chairs in the middle of the floor. He scanned them suspiciously, and insisted upon walking around behind them. But there seemed nothing unusual about them save that each wore a man’s felt hat.

“Looks good to me,” Hancock announced, as he stood on the floor before them and looked up at them.

“And it is good,” Dick assured him. “As representing the ranch in its fairest aspects, they are to administer the kiss of welcome. Make your choice, Aaron.”

Aaron, with a quick whirl to catch some possible lurking disaster at his back, demanded, “They are all three to kiss me?”