That touch of embarrassment somehow removed her from this strong, raw, wild woodland setting.

It changed her poise.

It detracted from the curious, unabashed, almost bold, look that he had encountered in her eyes.
"Reckon you're from Texas," said Jean, presently.
"Shore am," she drawled.

She had a lazy Southern voice, pleasant to hear.

"How'd y'u-all guess that ?" "Anybody can tell a Texan.