and robust woman with a womanâs soft depth that could scarcely conceal a womanâs fire. Aliceâs face in habitual response had an expression that stirred Waco. Finally he found himself trying to find a name for what it is. It was something like the gravity that comes when someone has seen too much, like the shadow of hidden sadness. There was also some sort of strength in her. She seemed to be the kind of woman who could, if necessary, draw a revolver and shoot a man down and not go to pieces afterward. She was past her first youth, but there was a beauty about her that drew him as no woman ever had.
âWhat about you?â she said.
âWhat about me?â
âWhat have you done all your life? How old are you, Waco?â
âTwenty-five.â
âSo am I. Did you go to school?â
âOh, for a little while. Never got past the sixth grade. Most of what I know is horses.â
âYes, everybody says you know horses better than anyone. You ever have a sweetheart?â
Waco stirred and could not seem to find an easy answer. Trouble clouded him, and he cleared his throat then shook his head. âIâve known a few women, but nothing serious. I guess I know more about horses than I do about women.â
Alice obviously found this amusing. When she smiled, two dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth. âIâm glad to hear a man admit that he doesnât know everything there is to know about women.â
A silence fell over the two. Finally the meal was finished, and he said, âIâve been wanting to ask you something, Alice.â
âWell, go ahead.â
âHave you ever thought of me as a man you might marry?â The words were hard for Waco to get out.
Alice stared at Waco for a long moment. âI think a woman wonders that about every man she knows, Waco.â
âI care for you more than I can say. I wish I had the words, but all I can say is I love you and youâll never know meanness from me. Would you think about marrying me, Alice?â
Alice reached over and covered his broad hands with hers. She rubbed the calluses that were on his palm and said nervously, âHow strong these hands are.â She grew silent and seemed to be thinking deeply. Finally she smiled. âIâll think about it, Waco. I will definitely think about it.â
âWell, I wish Iâd been the knight in shining armor to save you, Alice. Waco has all the luck.â Will Barton spoke simply and with obvious sincerity. Alice had just told him that Waco had asked her to marry him.
âWhy did you never come courting me?â
âBecause I saw Waco was in love with you.â He moved forward then and put his arm around her in a protective fashion. âIf he doesnât treat you right, Iâll shoot him, and weâll run off to the South Seas and eat coconuts.â
Alice laughed.
She had once told Will that she liked his light sense of humor. He smiled, lost in thought. He suddenly came to himself and said, âBut Waco would never mistreat a woman.â
âNo, he wouldnât.â
An hour later, Will encountered Waco. He immediately said, âAlice has told me that you want to marry her.â
âYes, thatâs right.â
âWell, congratulations.â
Waco ran his hand through his hair with a troubled expression. âItâs not exactly settled yet. Sheâs got to think about it.â
âI donât understand having to think about things like that,â Will said, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of disgust. âIf you love someone, thatâs all there is to it.â
âNo, I donât think so, Will. A man and a woman have got to have something different, almost like magic. Or else why would they stick together no matter what?â Waco suddenly saw something in Will Barton and asked quickly, âDid you ever feel like marrying a woman, Will?â
Finally Will dropped