I said I would kill him, but now I can't.

He looks so--so different from what I'd imagined." Dale's answer was a rare smile of understanding and approval that warmed Helen's heart toward him.

All the same, he was amused.

Sheathing the gun, he mounted his horse.
"Come on, Pedro," he called.

"Come, I tell you," he added, sharply, "Well, girls, we treed him, anyhow, an' it was fun.