And I did go down to the ranch to tell you.

But I--you were so--occupied--in other directions--" She let go his wrists, and began fumbling at her hair, and she bowed her head again so that her face was hidden from him.
"You could have told me, anyway," Good Indian said constrainedly.
"You didn't want her to know.

I couldn't, before her.

And I didn't want to--hurt her by--" Miss Georgie fumbled more with her words than with her hair.
"Well, there's no use arguing about that." Good Indian also found that subject a difficult one.

"You say he was shot.