This is west of the Rockies, thank God, and a woman is safe with the worst man that ever committed murder." She said: "D'you mean this, Anthony ?" "I'm trying to mean it." She snatched the stick and snapped it into small pieces.
"Does that look final, Anthony ?" He could not answer for a moment.

At last he said: "What a woman you would have made for a wife, Sally Fortune; what a fine pal!" But she laughed, a mirth not forced and harsh, but clear and ringing.
"Anthony, ain't this better'n marriage ?" "By God," he answered, "I almost think you're right." For answer a bullet ripped through the right-hand wall and buried itself in a beam on the opposite side of the room.
"Listen!" she said.
There was a fresh crackle of guns, the reports louder and longer drawn.
"Rifles," said Sally Fortune.

"I knew no bullet from a six-gun could carry like that one." The little, sharp sounds of splintering and crunching began everywhere.
A cloud of soot spilled down the chimney and across the hearth.

A furrow ploughed across the floor, lifting a splinter as long and even as if it had been grooved out by a machine.
"Look!" said Sally, "they're firin' breast high to catch us standing, and on the level of the floor to get us if we lie down.

That's Nash.