You're not what a hombre like me calls either square or game.

Adios." His bulky figure darkened the doorway, passed out, and the light of the sky streamed into the cabin again.

Carley sat staring.

She heard Ruff's spurs tinkle, then the ring of steel on stirrup, a sodden leathery sound as he mounted, and after that a rapid pound of hoofs, quickly dying away.
He was gone.

She had escaped something raw and violent.