She can ride the trail all day with him and finish it less fagged than he is.

She can chop down a tree as well as he can, and build a fire better.

She can hold up a train with him or rob a bank and slip through a town in the middle of the night and laugh with him about it afterward around a campfire.

I ask you, is that the sort of a woman that's meant for Pierre ?" And Mary answered, with bowed head: "She is." She cried instantly afterward, cutting short the look of wild triumph on the face of the boy: "But there's no such woman; there's no one who could do these things! I know it!" The boy sprang to his feet, flushing as red as the girl was white.
"You fool, if you're blind and got to have your eyes open to see, look at the woman!" And she tore the wide-brimmed sombrero from her head.

Down past the shoulders flooded a mass of blue-black hair.