Peppajee, he my uncle." She glanced up at him shyly, then down to where the pliant toe of her moccasin was patting a tiny depression into the dust.

"Bad mans like for shoot yo'," she said, not looking directly at him again.

"Him up there, all time walk where him can look down, mebbyso see you, mebbyso shootum." "I know--I'm going to ride around that way and round him up." Unconsciously his manner had the arrogance of strength and power to do as he wished, which belongs to healthy young males.
"N-o, no-o!" She drew a sharp breath "o' no good there! Dim shoot yo'.
Yo' no go! Ah-h--I sorry I tellum yo' now.

Bad mans, him.

I watch, I take care him no shoot.