He hesitated, then grinned. “For you, only thirty dollars!’
Swiftly she counted out the money. Then she turned to Healy. She glanced from Janice back to him. “Tom, I “
“I know,” he said.
She turned quickly and went out the door, and a moment later a second rider passed the window, and the horse broke into a run, a dead run from a standing start. Light showed on the saddle and a shapely leg, the horse’s flank glistened, and then the sound of pounding hoofs faded gradually away.
“Hey!” The cowpuncher turned a startled face. “She took my saddle!”
“It’s all right,” Healy said. “I’ll buy you a new one.” Then Tom Healy looked down at the menu. “It’s onion soup,” he said. “They only have one kind.”