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But as she descended the five or six steps that led down from the porch, she came face to face with a newcomer, one who neither gaped nor shifted back, but looked her square in the face.

This was a man of some thirty-four or five, big, brawny, lean and fit, of a rather homely countenance lighted by grey eyes that read his kind like print.

He looked like a cattleman save for one thing—the silver star pinned to the left breast of his flannel shirt, for this was Sheriff Price Selwood.

“Good day, Kate,” he said.

A red flush rose in the woman’s face, but it was not set there by any liking for the speaker who accosted her, that was plain.

“It’s never a good day when I meet you,” she said evenly, “it’s a bad one.”

The Sheriff smiled.

“That’s good,” he answered, “but some day I’ll make it better.”

McKane, his own face flushed with sudden anger, stepped close.

“Price,” he said thinly, “you and I’ve been pretty fair friends, but when you talk to Miss Cathrew like that, you’ve got me to settle with. That sounded like a threat.”