Delirious young women of the silk-stocking class did not arrive at the Sawtooth every morning, and it was rumored already amongst the men that she was some looker, which naturally whetted their interest in her.
"I'll bet it's one of Bob's girls, come trailin' him up.

Mebby another of them heart-ballum cases of Bob's," hazarded Pop Bridgers, who read nothing unless it was printed on pink paper, and who refused to believe that any good could come out of a city.

"Ain't that right, Loney?
Hain't she a heart-ballum girl of Bob's ?" From the saddle Lone stared down impassively at Pop and Pop's companions.

"I don't know a thing about her," he stated emphatically.
"She said she was coming to the ranch, and she was scared of the thunder and lightning.

That's every word of sense I could get outa her.