Aren't they fine, firm, white hands?
Aren't they bloody now?
Lassiter's blood! That's a queer thing to stain your beautiful hands.

But if you could only see deeper you'd find a redder color of blood.

Heart color, Jane!" "Oh!...

My friend!" "No, Jane, I'm not one to quit when the game grows hot, no more than you.

This game, though, is new to me, an' I don't know the moves yet, else I wouldn't have stepped in front of that bullet." "Have you no desire to hunt the man who fired at you--to find him--and--and kill him ?" "Well, I reckon I haven't any great hankerin' for that." "Oh, the wonder of it!...