I know this--nothin' ever rang in my soul an' so filled it as what Venters did.

I'd like to have done it, but--I'm only good for throwin' a gun, en' it seems you hate that....

Well, I'll be goin' now." "Where ?" "Venters took Wrangle to the stable.

The sorrel's shy a shoe, an' I've got to help hold the big devil an' put on another." "Tell Bern to come for the pack I want to give him--and--and to say good-by," called Jane, as Lassiter went out.
Jane passed the rest of that day in a vain endeavor to decide what and what not to put in the pack for Venters.

This task was the last she would ever perform for him, and the gifts were the last she would ever make him.