It was the kind of laugh a woman would hate to hear from a man she was defying.
"Aw, puddown the popgun! Nobody's scared of it--er you.

It ain't loaded, and if it was loaded you couldn't hit nothin'.

No need to be scared 'long's a woman's pointing a gun at yuh.

Crank 'er up, agin, Ole.

Don't worry none about _her._ She can't stop nothin', not even her jawin'.