“Shore is, Uncle,” he drawled, in the lazy voice he affected on occasions. “You wouldn’t think we’re only a few weeks past that bloody fight...Gosh! when I think! ...Uncle, I’ve told you a hundred times how Molly saved my life. It seems like a dream...Well, I’m back home—for this is home, Uncle. No work for weeks! No bossing that terrible bunch of cowboys! You so pleased with me— though for the life of me I can’t see why. Molly here for the winter to go to school—and then to be my wife next spring...And Slinger Dunn getting well of those awful bullet wounds so fast...It’s just too good to be true.”