"A bad man can't hold a good woman; he can win one easy enough, but he can't keep her.

I know!" "Nobody but a fool would want to keep one," Runnion replied, "specially a squaw." "She's just woke up to the fact that she is a squaw and isn't as good as white.

She's worried." "I'll lay you a little eight to five that Burrell has thrown her down," chuckled Runnion.
"I never thought of that.

You may be right." "If it's true I'll shuffle up a hand for that soldier." "If I were you I wouldn't deal it to him," said the gambler, dryly.

"He may not cut to your break." Meanwhile, Necia had passed on out of the town and through the Indian village at the mouth of the creek, until high up on the slopes she saw Alluna and the little ones.