window in his life.

The next noon Frank Wilson looked up with surprise to see Y.D. riding
into his yard. Wilson stiffened instantly, as though setting himself
against the shock of an attack, but there was nothing belligerent in
Y.D.'s greeting.

"Wilson," he said, "I pulled a dirty trick on you yesterday, an' I got
more than I reckoned on. The old Y.D. would have come back with a gun
for vengeance. Well, I ain't after vengeance. I reckon you an' me has
got to live in this valley, an' we might as well live peaceful. Does
that go with you?"

"Full weight and no shrinkage," said Wilson, heartily, extending his
hand. "Come up to the house for dinner."

Y.D. was nothing loth to accept the invitation, even though he had his
misgivings as to how he should meet the women folks. It turned out that
Mrs. Wilson had been at a neighboring ranch for some days, and the girl
was in charge of the home. The flash in her eyes did not conceal a glint
of triumph--or was it humor?

"Jessie," her father said, with conspicuous matter-of-factness, "Y.D.
has just dropped in for dinner."

Y.D. stood with his hat in his hand. This was harder than meeting
Wilson. He felt that he could manage better if Wilson would get out.

"Miss Wilson," he managed to say at length, "I just thought I'd run in
an' thank you for what you did yesterday."