Satan and Black Bart let me do what I want with them because they know I love them for their beauty and their strength." "Let it go at that," growled her father.

"Kate, you're jest like your mother when it comes to arguin'.

If you wasn't my little gal I'd say you was plain pig-headed.

But look here, ain't you ever felt that Dan is what I call him--different?
Ain't you ever seen him get mad--jest for a minute--an' watched them big brown eyes of his get all packed full of yellow light that chases a chill up and down your back like a wrigglin' snake ?" She considered this statement in a little silence.
"I saw him kill a rattler once," she said in a low voice.

"Dan caught him behind the head after he had struck.