"It's a long time till August thirteenth....

An' now tell me, why did Old Bill run when he saw me comin' ?" "Ben, I suspect dad has the queerest notion you want to tell him some awful bloody story about the rustlers." "Ahuh! Well, not yet....

An' how's Jack Belllounds actin' these days ?" Wade felt the momentousness of that query, but it seemed her face had been telltale enough, without confirmation of words.
"My friend, somehow I hate to tell you.

You're always so hopeful, so ready to think good instead of evil....

But Jack has been rough with me, almost brutal.