It's sure hard.

Wils, your friend and playmate so many years--it's hard to believe! We all understand, Collie.

Now you go in, an' don't listen to any more or look any more." He led her down the porch to the door of her room, and as he pushed it open he whispered, "I will save you, Collie, an' Wils, an' the old man you call dad!" Then he returned to the silent group in the yard.
"Jim, if I answer fer Wils Moore bein' in Kremmlin' the day you say, will you leave him with me ?" "Wal, I shore will, Wade," replied Burley, heartily.
"I object to that," interposed Jack Belllounds, stridently.

"He confessed.

He's got to go to jail." "Wal, my hot-tempered young fellar, thar ain't any jail nearer 'n Denver.