Holly had gained confidence from growing up in the city and knew that she made a pretty picture. Her black hair glistened like shining silk and she had hazel coloured eyes and a pale, delicate looking skin. The cheekbones she inherited from her stylish mother would stay with her into old age and ensure that she kept those looks for a very long time. Add the expensive attire and the huge array of cases, trunks and other pieces of luggage and Holly James was an eye catching young woman. Today she was wearing a light blue travelling suit that had been tailor made for her. It had the fashionable wide lapels tight waist and slight leg of mutton sleeves. Over this she could throw a dark blue velvet cape if need be. Her mother was wearing a black woollen day dress with green wool Paisley trim from hem to knee over which she had a black silk velvet cape. Mrs James never travelled light and as her daughter was staying at the ranch, she seemed to have brought most of Dallas with her. "I was saying." Mrs James repeated." There was none of these railroads when your father first started the ranch. The last twenty years it seems everyone is racing to lay as much track as possible." She paused. "Mind it is preferable to travelling by stage coach." Holly smiled. "I know. It took you one and a half days to cover thirty miles in the old days and that included a night's stop over." Her mother had the grace to smile back.