“And I want you to tell me again, fer yourself, fer yourself, what you just told me.”

Her laughter came in a merry gurgle that delighted him.

“Red Cloud, I do love you,” she said. “My mind is made up. I shall never have any man but you in all this world. Now be good, and let me dress. I’ll have to rush for lunch as it is.”

“May I come over? — for a moment?” he begged.

“Not yet, eager one. In ten minutes. Let me finish with Oh Dear first. Then I’ll be all ready for the hunt. I’m putting on my Robin Hood outfit — you know, the greens and russets and the long feather. And I’m taking my 30-30. It’s heavy enough for mountain lions.”