18/20 Her big eyes were frankly hostile; her half smile was, in the opinion of Applehead, almost as frankly scornful. He took refuge behind the masculine bulwark of authority. "Purty note when I don't git no say about my own stock. Got him all het up and heavin' like he'd been runnin' cattle; I ain't goin' to stand for havin' my horses ran to death, now I'm tellin' yuh! Fer a squaw, I must say you're gittin' too danged uppish in your ways around here. Next time you want to go traipsin' around the mesa, you kin go afoot. |