human
Yer a plumb gentle brute, he muttered as he coiled the trailing rope and secured it in place,
gpt
Y Bar brand--that's over somewhere acrost the river. Again he grinned, evilly:
human
Looks like they come from the other side, in which case, providin' they don't no men-folks show up in the next few minutes er so, things looks purty favourable for yours truly. With the river like it is, an' the ferry gone, they can't no one bother from the other side, an' by the time they find out she's missin', they'll think she got drownded along with the rest. Things is sure framin' my way, now, he grinned, as he swung into the saddle and, leading the buckskin, headed down the coulee with his thoughts centred on the woman who lay on the little grassed slope at its mouth.
gpt
Be hell if she was dead, he growled,