The Sheriff's Son
"Take care," she warned with a flash of anger in her black eyes.
"Oh, I don't know. Why should I cull my words so careful? I notice yours ain't hand-picked. Ever since this guy Beaudry came spying into the park, you 've had no use for me. You have been throwing yourself at his head and could n't see any one else."
She gasped. "How dare you, Brad Charlton?"
His jealousy swept away the prudence that had dammed his anger. "Did n't you take him out driving? Did n't you spend a night alone with him and Dave Dingwell? Did n't you hot-foot it down to Hart's because you was afraid yore precious spy would meet up with what he deserved?"
Beulah drew up Blacky abruptly. "Now you can leave me. Don't stop to say good-bye. I hate you. I don't ever want to see you again."
He had gone too far and he knew it. Sulkily he began to make his apology. "You know how fond I am of you, Boots. You know—"
"Yes, I ought to. I 've heard it often enough," she interrupted curtly. "That's probably why you insult me?"
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