Rowdy Horn Stared Gloomily At Cub's Right Hind Leg And Shook his head with regret. "No use even thinkin' about it, jenny," he admitted ruefully to the girl he wanted to marry. "Cub won't work at the Stock man's Show this year. Not with that leg!" Jenny Welman nodded, faintly irritated. Something was al ways going wrong. "No," she agreed, "you can't ride him, and without a good roping horse you wouldn't have a chance at first money, and without five thousand dollars-" "I know! Without it we can't get married!" Rowdy ran his fingers through his dark, curly hair. "Jenny, does that money make so much difference? Lots of folks I know started with a darned sight less, and if I get a good calf crop this year we would be all set." "We've talked of this before," Jenny replied quietly. "If you want to marry me, you've got to provide a home for me. I won't start like my mother did." "She was pretty happy," Horn insisted stubbornly, "and your mother was a mighty fine woman." "True, but just the same, I want to be comfortable!
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