Max Brand

The Untamed Max Brand

In the ranch house old Joseph Cumberland frowned on the floor as he heard his daughter say: "Itisn't right, Dad. I never noticed it before I went away to school, but since I've come back I begin tofeel that it's shameful to treat Dan in this way."Her eyes brightened and she shook her golden head for emphasis. Her father watched her with afaintly quizzical smile and made no reply. The dignity of ownership of many thousand cattle kept theold rancher's shoulders square, and there was an antique gentility about his thin face with its whitegoatee. He was more like a quaint figure of the seventeenth century than a successful cattleman ofthe twentieth."It is shameful, Dad," she went on, encouraged by his silence, "or you could tell me some reason.""Some reason for not letting him have a gun?" asked the rancher, still with the quizzical smile."Yes, yes!" she said eagerly, "and some reason for treating him in a thousand ways as if he were anirresponsible boy.""Why, Kate, gal, you have tears in your eyes!"He drew her onto a stool beside him, holding both her hands, and searched her face with eyes asblue and almost as bright as her own. "How does it come that you're so interested in Dan?""Why, Dad, dear," and she avoided his gaze, "I've always been interested in him. Haven't we grownup together?""Part ways you have.""And haven't we been always just like brother and sister?""You're talkin' a little more'n sisterly, Kate.""What do you mean?"