Him shoot, mebbyso _I_ shoot!" With a little laugh that was more a plea for gentle judgment than anything else, she raised the plaid shawl, and gave him a glimpse of a rather battered revolver, cheap when it was new and obviously well past its prime.
"I want yo'-- " she hesitated; "I want yo'-- be heap careful.

I want yo' no ride close by hill.

Ride far out!" She made a sweeping gesture toward the valley.

"All time I watch." He was staring at her in a puzzled way.

She was handsome, after her wild, half-civilized type, and her anxiety for his welfare touched him and besought his interest.
"Indians go far down--" She swept her arm down the narrowing river valley.