She covered her face with her hands, and every muscle of her seemed to contract until she was stiff.

Then her hands shot out to Moore.
"Wilson Moore, what have _you_ to say--to this sheriff--to Jack Belllounds--to _me ?_" Moore bent upon her a gaze that must have pierced her soul, so like it was to a lightning flash of love and meaning and eloquence.
"Collie, they've got the proof.

I'll take my medicine....

Your dad is good.

He'll be easy on me!' "_You lie!_" she whispered.