Look at this." I stepped back and drew my gun.
"I didn't see how you did that," she said curiously.

"Try it again." I complied, and still she was not quick enough of eye to see my draw.
Then I did it slowly, explaining to her the action of hand and then of finger.

She seemed fascinated, as a woman might have been by the striking power of a rattlesnake.
"So men's lives depend on that! How horrible for me to be interested--to ask about it--to watch you! But I'm out here on the frontier now, caught somehow in its wildness, and I feel a relief, a gladness to know Vaughn Steele has the skill you claim.

Thank you, Russ." She seemed about to dismiss me then, for she rose and half turned away.
Then she hesitated.

She had one hand at her breast, the other on the bench.