human
You got the ways of the deer in your walk, the song o' the birds in your voice; and you're going North with me, Nance, for I bin talkin' to you stiddy four years. It's a long time to wait on the chance, for there's always _women_ to be got, same as others have done--men like Dingan with Injun girls, and men like Tobey with half-breeds. But I ain't bin lookin' that way. I bin lookin' only toward you. He laughed eagerly, and lifted a tin cup of whiskey standing on a table near.
gpt
I'm lookin' toward you now, Nance. Your health and mine together. It's got to be settled now. You got to go to the 'Cific Coast with Bantry, or North with me.
human
Or South with Nick Pringle, or East with someone else, she said, quizzically.
gpt
There's always four quarters to the compass, even when Abe Hawley thinks he owns the world and has a mortgage on eternity. I'm not going West with Bantry, but there's three other points that's open.
human
You--Nick Pringle, that trading cheat, that gambler! After four years, I--
gpt
Let go my shoulders, she said, quietly.
human
I'm not your property. Go and get some Piegan girl to bully. Keep your hands off. I'm not a bronco for you to bit and bridle. You've got no rights. You-- Suddenly she relented, seeing the look in his face, and realizing that, after all, it was a tribute to herself that she could keep him for four years and rouse him to such fury.
gpt
But yes, Abe, she added,
human
Who said you was a prairie-flower? Did I? Who's talking about prairie-flowers--