I don't like to shoot wild things, because I love them too well.

But I can shoot.
And I want a gun!" "Great Scott!" "Not a toy--but a real gun," she continued.

"A gun like yours.

And then, if by any chance we should have trouble--with Culver Rann----" She felt him start, and her hands pressed harder against his face.
"Now I know," she whispered.

"I guessed it all along.