"We might take a ride, if you don't mind the heat." "You don't want to ride," she objected petulantly.

"Why didn't you go with Good Indian ?" he countered.
"Because I didn't want to.

And I do wish you'd quit calling him that; he has a real name, I believe." "If you're looking for a scrap," grinned Jack, "I'll stake you to my six gun, and you can go down and kill off a few of those claim-jumpers.

You seem to be in just about the proper frame uh mind to murder the whole bunch.

Fly at it!" "It begins to look as if we women would have to do something," she retorted cruelly.