Then, as if by some swift magic of emotion, her expression changed.

"And so you're ashamed of me, are you ?" she asked, her voice sharp but unsteady.
"Ashamed to be seen walking with me?
Darn it! I know you are! But I tell you, Mr.Bob Hampton, you won't be the next time.

And what's more, you just don't need to traipse along another step with me now.

I don't want you.

I reckon I ain't very much afraid of tackling this Presbyterian woman all alone." She swung off fiercely, and the man chuckled softly as he followed, watchfully, through the circling, red dust cloud created by her hasty feet.