Mavericks (Masterpiece Collection) Large Print Edition - Great Western Classic (Large print, Paperback, large type edition)

Phyllis leaned against the door-jamb and looked down the long road which wound up from the valley and lost itself now and again in the land waves. Miles away she could see a little cloud of dust travelling behind the microscopic stage, which moved toward her almost as imperceptibly as the minute-hand of a clock. A bronco was descending the hill trail from the Flagstaff mine, and its rider announced his coming with song in a voice young and glad. "My love has breath o' roses, O' roses, o' roses, And cheeks like summer posies All fresh with morning dew," floated the words to her across the sunlit open. If the girl heard, she heeded not. One might have guessed her a sullen, silent lass, and would have done her less than justice. For the storm in her eyes and the curl of the lip were born of a mood and not of habit. They had to do with the gay vocalist who drew his horse up in front of her and relaxed into the easy droop of the experienced rider at rest. "Don't see me, do you?" he asked, smiling. Her dark, level gaze came round and met his sunniness without response. "Yes, I see you, Tom Dixon." "And you don't think you see much then?" he suggested lightly. She gave him no other answer than the one he found in the rigor of her straight figure and the flash of her dark eyes. "Mad at me, Phyl?" Crossing his arms on the pommel of the saddle he leaned toward her, half coaxing, half teasing. The girl chose to ignore him and withdrew her gaze to the stage, still creeping antlike toward the hills. "My love has breath o' roses, O' roses, o' roses," he hummed audaciously, ready to catch her smile when it came. It did not come. He thought he had never seen her carry her dusky good looks more scornfully. With a movement of impatience she brushed back a rebellious lock of blue-black hair from her temple. "Somebody's acting right foolish," he continued jauntily. "It was all in fun, and in a game at that." "I wasn't playing," he heard, though the profile did not turn in the least toward him.