I been raised to hard ridin' and dust in the throat.

I been raised on whiskey and hate.

And then I met Dan Barry, and his voice was softer'n a girl's voice, and his eyes didn't hold no doubt of me.

Me that had sneaked in on him at night and was goin' to kill him in his sleep--because my chief had told me to! That was the Dan Barry what I first knew.

He give me his hand and give me the trust of his eyes, and after he left me I sat down and took my head between my hands and my heart was like to bust inside me.