Mebbe them scales on your eyes has dropped now.

Jane, I wouldn't have you no different, an' that's why I'm going to try to hide you somewhere in this Pass.

I'd like to hide many more women, for I've come to see there are more like you among your people.

An' I'd like you to see jest how hard an' cruel this border life is.

It's bloody.
You'd think churches an' churchmen would make it better.