Which, of course, didn't give him no show.

While he was makin' love to the girl she outs with a knife and tries to stick him--nice, pleasant sort she must have been--and Drew, he had to pry the two of 'em apart.
"That made the girl look sort of kind on Drew and she swore that sooner or later she'd have the blood of Bard for what he'd done--either have it herself or else send someone after him to the end of the world.

She was a wild one, all right.
"She was so wild that Drew, after they got married, took her over on the far side of the range and built that old house that's rottin' there now.

Bard, he left the range and wasn't never seen again, far as I know." It was clear to Anthony, bitterly clear.

His father had had a grim scene in parting with Drew and had placed the continent between them.