She was scrawny and flat-chested, but agile as a boy when occasion demanded.

She was fearless, too, of man or beast, and once when her father became crazy with liquor (which was his weakness) she went with Mose to bring him from a saloon, where he stood boasting of his powers as a fighter with the bowie knife.
As they entered Jennie walked straight up to him: "Dad, you come home.
Come right out o' yere." He looked at her for a moment until his benumbed brain took in her words and all their meaning; then he said: "All right, Jinnie, just wait a second till I have another horn with these yer gents----" "Horn nawthin," she said in reply, and seized him by the arm.

"You come along." He submitted without a struggle, and on the way out grew plaintive.
"Jinnie, gal," he kept saying, "I'm liable to get dry before mornin', I shore am; ef you'd only jest let me had one more gill----" "Oh, shet up, Dad.

Ef you git dry I'll bring the hull crick in fer ye to drink," was her scornful reply.
After he was safe in bed Jennie came over to the wagon where Mose was smoking.
"Men are the blamedest fools," she began abruptly; "'pears like they ain't got the sense of a grayback louse, leastways some of 'em.

Now, there's dad, filled up on stuff they call whisky out yer, and consequence is he can't eat any grub for two days or more.