human
I didn't think there was her like in the world. She's--she's the kind of woman a man dreams about, an' knows all the time they ain't real--they couldn't be. Hair as black an' shiny as the wing of a crow. An' eyes! Sometimes you can see way down into 'em--like deep, clear water an' when they laugh, the surface seems to ripple an' throw back flashes of sunshine. An' there's other times, too. They can look at you hard an' grey--like a man's eyes. An' they can get black an' stormy--with lightnin' flashes instead of sunshine. There's a woman for some man--an' believe me, he better be _some man_! He'd have to be to get her. The man dreamed a jumbled, rosy dream for a mile or more.
gpt
An' she can ride, an' shoot, leastwise she packs a gun--an' I bet she can use it. I've seen these ridin', shootin' kind--lots of 'em--an' mostly, they don't sort of stack up to what a man would want to marry--makes you kind of wonder if they wouldn't expect the man to rock the cradle--but not her--she's different--she's all girl. After Win's wife--I never expected to see another one--but, shucks--she said there was more--an' she was right--partly--there's one more. I'm goin' to hunt a job over on this side-- his train of thought halted abruptly, and involuntarily, his gaze fastened upon the blue-black peaks of the Judith range to the southward across the river. His gloved hand smote his leather chaps with a crack that made the blue roan jump sidewise:
human
I'll be damned if I do! he exclaimed aloud,
gpt
I'll go straight back to Dad Colston! I'll tell him the whole thing--he'll know--he'll understand an' if he'll give me my job back I'll--I'll buy me a mile of cable an' rig up Long Bill's ferry right plumb across to the mouth of Red Sand! I don't want her till I've earnt her--but there ain't no one else goin' to come snoopin' around--not onless he's a better man than I am--an' if he is, he ought to win.
human
A thousan' dollars is too much money for Purdy to pass up, muttered the Texan as his eyes swept the dead plain.
gpt
He knows he'd have to deliver her safe an' unharmed, an' the chances are he'd figure he could make Win shell out a good bit more'n the thousan'. Anyhow, if Long Bill ain't got back across the river yet, I've got two chances of locatin' her instead of one.