THE FIGHTING SHEPHERDESS
"And furthermore, if unconventionality could ever make me look and act like that 'Sheep Queen' over there," she nodded towards the mountain, "I hope to leave before it happens."
"Hush, Beth!" Her mother's expostulation was lost upon her for, looking at Disston, she was a little dismayed by the expression upon his face when he turned and, leaning his back against the porch post, faced her, saying with a sternness which was foreign to him:
"It's quite impossible for you to understand or appreciate a woman like Kate Prentice, and you will oblige me, Beth, by refraining from criticising her, at least in my presence."
Hugh would as well have slapped her. She scattered the manicure articles in her lap as she sprang up and stamped a tiny foot at him:
"She is impossible! Unspeakable! And I believe you are in love with her!"
For an instant Disston looked at her with an expression which was at once angry and startled, but before he had framed an answer Teeters appeared in the doorway behind them and said soberly:
"Looks like somethin' serious is startin' over yonder." He nodded toward the mountains.
"What do you mean?" Disston asked quickly.
"One of Kate's sheep wagons was blowed up a few nights ago, and there's a story circulatin' that somebody's goin' to shoot up the Outfit."
Disston's face wore a frown of concentration.
"Teeters," in sudden decision, "I'm going up to see her. She may need us."
"But isn't it dangerous?" Mrs. Rathburn protested.
"Not unless he's mistook for one of the Outfit, then
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