Going to the door, she called out: "Fetch me some water." When Colter brought it, Ellen was rummaging in her pack for some clothing or towel that she could use for bandages.
"Weren't any of y'u decent enough to look after my uncle ?" she queried.
"Huh! Wal, what the hell!" rejoined Colter.

"We shore did all we could.

I reckon y'u think it wasn't a tough job to pack him up the Rim.
He was done for then an' I said so." "I'll do all I can for him," said Ellen.
"Shore.

Go ahaid.

When I get plugged or knifed by that half-breed I shore hope y'u'll be round to nurse me." "Y'u seem to be pretty shore of your fate, Colter." "Shore as hell!" he bit out, darkly.