They allow that a woman sent most of us out here.

For me, it was my fifth wife, or my fourth, I don't remember which.

She never did treat me right, and her eyes didn't track.

Yes, I'll bet, ma'am, without knowing anything about it, there was a girl back somewhere in Dan Anderson's early ree-cords, though whether it was his third or fourth wife, I don't know.

We don't ask no questions about such things out here." He went on rubbing sand around in the bottom of the frying-pan, but none the less caught, with side-long glance, the flush upon the brown cheek visible beneath its veil.
"I'm mighty glad to see you this mornin', ma'am," he went on; "I am, for a fact.