I'm lonely--" There appeared to be no doubt about the truth of all this.

Genuine emotion checked, then halted the hurried speech.

She broke down and cried.

It seemed strange to Duane that an outlaw's wife--and a woman who fitted her consort and the wild nature of their surroundings--should have weakness enough to weep.

Duane believed and pitied her.
"I'm sorry for you," he said.
"Don't be SORRY for me," she said.