It made her reckless of consequences; and when Nash asked, "Is he hangin' around behind the corner, maybe ?" she cried: "If he was that close you'd have sense enough to run, Steve." The snarl of Nash showed his teeth.
"Out with it.

The tenderfoot ain't left his woman fur away.

Where's he gone?
Who's he gone to shoot in the back?
Where's the hoss he started out to rustle ?" "Kind of peeved, Nash, eh ?" One step more he made, towering above her.
"I've done bein' polite, Sally.

I've asked you a question." "And I've answered you: I don't know." "Sally, I'm patient; I don't mean no wrong to you.

What you've been to me I'm goin' to bust myself tryin' to forget; but don't lie to me now." Such a far greater woe kept up a throbbing ache in the hollow of her throat that now she laughed, laughed slowly, deliberately.