CHAPTER 26
“It don’t mean nothing,” Pollard hastened to assure Terry. “It don’t mean
a thing in the world except that she’s a fool girl. The queerest,
orneriest, kindest, strangest, wildest thing in the shape of calico that
ever come into these parts since her mother died before her. But the more
you see of her, the more you’ll value her. She can ride like a man—no
wear out to her—and she’s got the courage of a man. Besides which she
can sling a g*n like it would do your heart good to see her! Don’t take
nothing she does to heart. She don’t mean no harm. But she sure does
tangle up a gent’s ideas. Here I been living with her nigh onto twenty
years and I don’t savvy her none yet. Eh, boys?”
“I’m not offended in the least,” said Terry quietly.
And he was not, but he was more inte
