She recognized, but could not analyze, the difference.

She was aware only of the brutishness of this man's hands and mind.
"You're lookin' white an' all beat to a frazzle," he was saying.

"Why don't you cut the work?
You got to some time, anyway.

You can't lose me, kid." "I wish I could," she replied.
He laughed with harsh joviality.

"Nothin' to it, Saxon.