"N-o, no-o!" She drew a sharp breath " o' no good there! Dim
shoot yo'. Yo' no go! Ah-h--I sorry I tellum yo' now. Bad mans,
him. I watch, I take care him no shoot. Him shoot, mebbyso _I_
shoot!"
With a little laugh that was more a plea for gentle judgment than
anything else, she raised the plaid shawl, and gave him a glimpse
of a rather battered revolver, cheap when it was new and
obviously well past its prime.
"I want yo'--" she hesitated; "I want yo'--be heap careful. I
want yo' no ride close by hill. Ride far out!" She made a
sweeping gesture toward the valley. "All time I watch."
He was staring at her in a puzzled way. She was handsome, after
her wild, half-civilized type, and her anxiety for his welfare
touched him and besought his interest.
"Indians go far down--" She swept her arm down the narrowing
river valley. "Catch fish. Peppajee stay--no can walk far. I
stay. All go, mebbyso stay five days." Her hand lifted
involuntarily to mark the number.
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