I know she thought there was going to be a real Indian massacre, right here, and she'd be scalped--" Wally Hart came back, laughing to himself.
"Say, you've sure cooked your goose with old Hagar, Grant! She's right on the warpath, and then some.

She'd like to burn yuh alive--she said so.

She's headed for camp, and all the rest of the bunch at her heels.
She won't come here any more till you're kicked off the ranch, as near as I could make out her jabbering.

And she won't do your washing any more, mum--she said so.

You're kay bueno yourself, because you take Good Indian's part.