He sure did."
"What was the trouble?"
"Reckon because Flo made up to Kilbourne," replied Charley, with a grin.
"Ah! I--I see," murmured Carley. A blankness seemed to wave over her. It
extended to the air without, to the sense of the golden sunset. It passed.
What should she ask--what out of a thousand sudden flashing queries? "Are--
are the Hutters back?"
"Sure. Been back several days. I reckoned Hoyle told you. Mebbe he didn't
know, though. For nobody's been to town."
"How is--how are they all?" faltered Carley. There was a strange wall here
between her thought and her utterance.
"Everybody satisfied, I reckon," replied Charley.
"Flo--how is she?" burst out Carley.
"Aw, Flo's loony over her husband," drawled Charley, his clear eyes on
Carley's.
"Husband!" she gasped.
"Sure. Flo's gone an' went an' done what I swore on."
"Who?" whispered Carley, and the query was a terrible blade piercing her
heart.
"Now who'd you reckon on?" asked Charley, with his slow grin.
Carley's lips were mute.
"Wal, it was your old beau thet you wouldn't have," returned Charley, as he
gathered up his long frame, evidently to leave. "Kilbourne! He an' Flo came
back from the Tonto all hitched up.
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