They's a pile of bad men around these parts that fight like lions; but that part of 'em is good.

Yes sirree, they's plenty of use for a fighting man! Don't you never doubt that!" She smiled at this vehemence, but it reinforced a growing respect for Perris.
Then, rather absurdly, it irritated her to find that she was taking him so seriously.

She remembered the ridiculous song: "Oh, father, father William, I've seen your daughter dear.
Will you trade her for the brindled cow and the yellow steer ?" Marianne frowned.
The shout of the crowd called her away from herself.

Far from broken by the last ride, the outlaw horse now seemed all the stronger for the exercise.

Discarding fanciful tricks, he at once set about sun-fishing, that most terrible of all forms of bucking.
The name in itself is a description.