He's grown thin as a ghost, longing for you." "So he sends another man to risk his life to find me and tell me about it ?" she demanded, between anger and sadness.
"He didn't send me--I just came.

But the reason I came was because I knew Bill would give up without a fight." "I hate a man who won't fight," said the girl.
"It's because he figures he's so much beneath you," said Ronicky.

"And, besides, he can't talk about himself.

He's no good at that at all.

But, if it comes to fighting, lady, why, he rode a couple of hosses to death and stole another and had a gunfight, all for the sake of seeing you, when a train passed through a town." She was speechless.
"So I thought I'd come," said Ronicky Doone, "and tell you the insides of things, the way I knew Bill wouldn't and couldn't, but I figure it don't mean nothing much to you." She did not answer directly.