She allured and repelled at the same time.
Beside the buggy Cora and Mrs.Reynolds had spread a substantial lunch, and in such humble company the victor of the tournament ate his dinner, while Dan and the rest galloped off to a saloon.
"I don't know what I can do with the gun," he said in reply to a question from Cora.

"My nerves are still on the jump; I guess I'll keep out of the contest--it would hurt my reputation to miss." He turned to Reynolds: "Capt'n, I want you to get me a chance to punch cattle on a car down to Chicago." Reynolds looked surprised.

"What fur do you want to go to Chicago, Mose?
I never have knew you to mention hit befo'." Mose felt his skin growing red.

"Well, I just thought I'd like to take a turn in the States and see the elephant." "You'll see the hull circus if you go to Chicago," said Mrs.Reynolds.
"They say it's a terrible wicked place." "I don't suppose it's any worse than Wagon Wheel, ma," said Cora.
"Yes, but it's so much bigger." "Well, mother," said Reynolds, "a bear is bigger than a ho'net, but the ho'net can give him points and beat him, suah thing." Mose was rather glad of this diversion, for when Reynolds spoke again it was to say: "I reckon I can fix it for you.

When do you want it ?" "Right off, this week." "Be gone long ?" Cora waited anxiously for his answer, and his hesitation and uncertainty of tone made her heart grow heavy.
"Oh, no--only a short trip, I reckon.