[Frontier Stories by Bret Harte]@TWC D-Link bookFrontier Stories CHAPTER I 11/36
"It wasn't no chance shot." Observing that the young man, either from misconception or indifference, did not seem to comprehend her, she added, "We came by here, last night, a minute after you fired." "Oh, that was _you_ kicked up such a row, was it ?" said the young man, with a shade of interest. "I reckon," said the woman, nodding her head, "and them that was with me." "And who are they ?" "Sheriff Dunn, of Yolo, and his deputy." "And where are they now ?" "The deputy--in h--ll, I reckon.
I don't know about the sheriff." "I see," said the young man quietly; "and you ?" "I--got away," she said savagely.
But she was taken with a sudden nervous shiver, which she at once repressed by tightly dragging her shawl over her shoulders and elbows, and folding her arms defiantly. "And you're going ?" "To follow the deputy, may be," she said gloomily.
"But come, I say, ain't you going to treat? It's cursed cold here." "Wait a moment." The young man was looking at her, with his arched brows slightly knit and a half smile of curiosity.
"Ain't you Teresa ?" She was prepared for the question, but evidently was not certain whether she would reply defiantly or confidently.
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