Her Prairie Knight
bunch of coyotes, hunting a misguided young woman who thinks north is south, and can't point straight up?"
"You draw a flattering picture, Mr. Cameron."
"It's realistic. Do you still insist upon getting up there, for the doubtful pleasure of looking down?" Secretly, he hoped so.
"Certainly."
"Then I shall go with you."
"You need not. I can go very well by myself, Mr. Cameron."
Beatrice was something of a hypocrite herself.
"I shall go where duty points the way."
"I hope it points toward home, then."
"It doesn't, though. It takes the trail you take."
"I never yet allowed my wishes to masquerade as Disagreeable Duty, with two big D's," she told him tartly, and started off.
"Say! If you're going up that hill, this is the trail. You'll bump up against a straight cliff if you follow that path."
Beatrice turned with seeming reluctance and allowed him to guide her, just as she had intended he should do.
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