"You betcher life I am."
"Where you goin'?"
"I'm going to a round up," said Bull Langdon, clicking his lips.
"After some loose stock?"
"A purebred heifer with a calf at heel," said Bull Langdon. "They've got my brand upon them."
CHAPTER XXIII
The Englishwoman stood in the doorway of her shack, rifle in hand, and gazed calmly at the blustering cowman, who had dismounted, and, fists on hips, was standing before her. For the first time in his life Bull Langdon found himself face to face with a woman who was not afraid of him. Her cold, unwavering glance traveled over him, from his flat head down to his great, coarse feet, and back with cool disparagement straight into his flinching eyes.
"You seen anything of that gell, Nettie Day?"