She isn't all that sure she follows. For one thing, if he's starting to like horses then why not spend more time around them, cowboy or no? It isn't like he's pressed for time here; what else is he gonna do in a bar where he doesn't drink?
But it's the 'other thing' that really confounds her. She's quietly connecting the dots, trying to read between the lines of a man who already feels like a monograph.
Eventually, voice as dry as the desert, she says:
"If you're askin' my permission t'court more of my stock, I'm afraid I hafta put my foot down."
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She isn't all that sure she follows. For one thing, if he's starting to like horses then why not spend more time around them, cowboy or no? It isn't like he's pressed for time here; what else is he gonna do in a bar where he doesn't drink?
But it's the 'other thing' that really confounds her. She's quietly connecting the dots, trying to read between the lines of a man who already feels like a monograph.
Eventually, voice as dry as the desert, she says:
"If you're askin' my permission t'court more of my stock, I'm afraid I hafta put my foot down."