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Chapter 266
' 'But I don't want to do all the loving," he insisted. "Don't worry-you're not. Even the cook is writing poems about me. Of all the foolish men I ever heard of Dad has certainly succeeded in corraling the prize bunch." "I don't care a hang about that red-headed old fool of a cook," he snapped. "What I want is for you to love me." "Oh, well, that's a horse of another color. Now we will have to change the subject." "Please, Di, I'm in earnest," he pleaded; "won't you give me a little to hope for?" "You never can tell about a girl, Hal," she said. Her voice was tender and her eyes suddenly soft, and that was as near a promise as he could get. As Bull urged Blazes up the rough trail of Cottonwood Canyon the continued c***k of rifles kept the man apprised of the direction of the
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