"Understand," she said; "your bluster won't have the slightest effect on me.

I am not afraid of you.

So swear and curse to your heart's content.

As for bossing the ranch," she went on, her voice suddenly one of cold mockery, "what is there to boss?
Some dilapidated buildings! Of course you may boss those, because they can't object.

But you can't boss me, nor grandfather, nor Bob--because we won't let you!" She walked away from the table and went to a door that led to another room, standing in the opening and looking back at Calumet, who still sat at the table, speechless with surprise.
"Go out and begin your bossing!" she jeered.