She watched as Whit came toward her and she took in his appearance. His hair had a definite reddish cast to it and his green eyes seemed to lock onto hers, even though he kept looking away as though searching for someone.
"Mr. Kemmerman, Mr. BJ Kemmerman?" Whit questioned the three men who got off the train with her.
"Now you aren't mistaking me for a Kemmerman, are you Whit?" one of the men asked.
"Not at all, Andy," she heard Whit reply. "I'd only mistake you for a snake. I just thought one of these gents might be the person I came here to meet."
BJ wondered about Whit's statement, but let it pass. She smiled as each of the other two men shook his head and hurried away to meet family and friends.
"I'm BJ Kemmerman," she finally said, extending her hand.
"You're BJ Kemmerman?" Whit gasped. "Mark left the Lazy K to you?"
"Does it surprise you, Mr. Whitley?"
"The name's Whit and yes, it does. I can't believe the old man would leave the Lazy K to a--a woman."