car as it took the bumps almost imperceptibly. She felt good as she looked out at the green young cotton and peanuts scattered over miles and miles of flat land spreading out into the horizon. She loved this land, from its cities to its bastions of history. It was in her blood like a silver thread.
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It was almost dark when Jim took her back to his ranch, the Rolling B, and ushered her into the sprawling one story frame house. His thirteen-year-old son, Jeff, was sitting at the kitchen table with Jimâs sister, Maude, who doubled as housekeeper and looked as if she could outdo any two men with her big frame and piercing dark eyes.
âAbout time you got back, weâve been waiting supper,â Maude told Jim with a sly wink at Eleanor. âSit down, both of you, and weâll dig in.â
Jim sat down grimly and picked up his napkin. He said grace with a strange curtness and started to fill his plate withmashed potatoes, steak, green beans, tomato slices and fresh corn.
âLast time I saw him look like that,â Maude observed, âNed King had outbid him for a black stallion he had his heart set on.â
âItâs my fault,â Eleanor explained. âI had an awful fight with Curry and he rescued me.â
âAbout time.â Maude grinned. âIâm proud of you.â
Eleanor blinked at her. âWhy?â she asked bluntly.
âYouâve been letting that man walk all over you ever since I first met you. Itâs time he found another carpet. That Amanda person ought to do nicely,â she added tartly.
âYou had a fight with Curry?â Jeff asked excitedly, and Eleanor noted with a smile that he had his fatherâs dark eyes and prominent nose.
âI did,â Eleanor admitted.
The boyâs eyes widened. âDid you paste him one?â
âJeff!â Maude scolded.
âWell, I just wanted to know, I never saw anybody hit Curry who didnât end up with his nose rearranged.â Jeff laughed.
âBoys!â Maude burst out. She paused, peered curiously at Eleanor, and leaned forward. â Did you hit him?â
âNo, but I tried to,â Eleanor admitted with a tiny grin.
âI wanted to hang one on him, myself,â Jim broke in, as he swallowed down a gulp of his iced tea. âDamned, hard-headed bull! He ordered me off the place and threatened to shoot me if I ever set foot on it again.â
Maudeâs eyes popped. âCurry Matherson said that? The manâs sick! Iâve never known him to threaten anyone!â
âOh, weâve had our rivalries,â Jim admitted, âbut it was always friendly until now. You know, I think heâs jealous of me taking Eleanor out. He acts like sheâs his personal property.â
Eleanor blushed furiously. âHe justhates not getting his own way,â she protested.
âYou didnât see the way he was looking at you when you got into my car,â Jim countered. âI did. I know that look in a manâs eyes, and I donât like it in Curryâs. Heâs too damned underhanded when he wants something, and right now, heâs got his mind set on keeping you. God only knows what he might doâ¦.â
âI can take care of myself,â Eleanor returned.
âLike Bambi,â Jim growled, and his big, dark eyes narrowed as they looked into hers. âCurryâs dangerous.â
âI promise you he wonât poison me,â she said with a half smile.
âPoison is the least of my worries. Norie, weâre friends, arenât we? Then from one friend to another, get out while you can. Let me go get your bagsâ¦.â
âJim,â she said, stopping him midsentence. âYouâre my friend, and I appreciate your concern. But I promised towork out a two week notice, and Iâm going to do it if it kills me. Iâm not afraid of Curry.â
âIâm afraid for you,â he persisted.