That's Kate." Lee Haines rolled a cigarette in silence.

He was too disgusted to answer, until his first puff of smoke dissolved Buck in a cloud of thin blue.
"You ought to sing to a congregation instead of to cows, Buck.

You have the tune, and you might get by in a church; but cows have sense." "Kate will buckle and bend and fade for a while," went on Buck, wholly unperturbed, "but just when you go out to pick daisies for her you'll come back and find her singing to the stove.

Her strength is down deep, like some of these outlaw hosses that got a filmy, sleepy lookin' eye.
They save their hell till you sink the spurs in 'em.

You think she loves Dan, don't you ?" "I have a faint suspicion of it," sneered Haines.