Ain't many women-folks up there, but then they're fine what there is.

Say," and he drew Buford to one side as he whispered to him--"say, they's a mighty fine girl--works in the depot hotel--Nory's her name--you'll see her if you ever come up to town.

I'm awful gone on that girl, and if you git any chanct, if you happen to be up there, you just put in a good word for me, won't you?
I'd do as much for you.

I didn't know, you know, but what maybe some of your women-folks'd sort of know how it was, you know.

They understand them things, I reckon." Buford listened with grave politeness, though with a twinkle in his eye, and promised to do what he could.