And yesterday morning the girl played into my hands.

She rode over to the Sawtooth, and I got her at Thurman's place, on her way home, and figured I'd marry her and take a chance on keeping her quiet afterwards.

I'd have been down the Pass in another two hours and heading for the nearest county seat.

She'd have married me, too.

She knows I'd have killed her if she didn't--which I would.