I happen to know one--" "Aw, nobody was talking about Rosemary," Big Medicine apologized gruffly.

"She's different; any fool knows that." "Well, I've got a six-gun here that'll talk for another one," silent Lite Avery spoke up suddenly.

"One that would tip the scales on the woman's side for goodness if the rest of the whole sex was bad." "Oh, thunder!" Pink cried, somewhat redder than the climbing sun alone would warrant.

"I'll take it back.

I didn't mean THEM--you know darned well I didn't mean them--nor lots of other women I know.