"I'm goin' to beat it. Back to the dusty for mine."
"You don't have to do that, Red."
"That's just why I'm a-doin' it. I like to do what I like."
"Quitting now seems like saying, 'I'm whipped,'" said Collie. "Quitting after giving up our money to her looks like we were sore—even if we do it and smile. She would feel bad, Red. She'd think she drove us off."
"No, I reckon not. She'll see that I always been a good daddy to you and put you right in this case. It was all right when you had a chance. It ain't now. It ain't fair to her, neither, because she's like to stick to any promises she might 'a' made you."
"Why don't you ask Stone for a job?" said Collie.
"What? Me? After bein' President of the Rose Girl Mining Company, in—Say! They's no halfway house for me. It's all or nothin'. Why, I don't even own the Guzzuh. Could you stand it to see her every day, and you just a puncher workin' for the Moonstone. She would smile and treat you fine, and you'd be eatin' your own heart out for her."
"No, I couldn't," said Collie slowly. "Red, I guess you're right."
Collie's perspective was distorted through sudden disappointment. The old life of the road ... the vague to-morrows of indolence ... the sprightly companionship of Overland Red, inventive, eloquent....
"Red, if I come with you, it's because I can't stand seeing her—after everything that has happened. It is square to her, too, I guess."