"My mother I love like that," he said, without looking up.

"My mother I love so well that I talk with my thoughts to her sometimes.

You believe people can talk with their thoughts ?" "I don't know--what's that got to do with helping dad ?" Lorraine knelt beside Brit and began stroking his forehead softly, as is the soothing way of women with their sick.
"I could send my thought to my mother.

I could say to her that a man is hurt and that a doctor must come very quickly to the Quirt ranch.

I could do that, Miss, but I should not like it if people knew that I did it.