What do you care what she says about you?
You don't want to fight an old woman, Grant--a man can't fight a woman--" "You tell her you heap big liar!" Grant did not even look at Phoebe, but his purpose seemed to waver in spite of himself.

"You all time kay bueno.

You all time lie." He gripped her more firmly, and turned his head slightly toward Phoebe.

"You'd be tired of it yourself if she threw it into you like she does into me, Mother Hart.

It's got so I can't ride past this old hag in the trail but she gives me the bad eye, and mumbles into her blanket.