"You!"
She wrenched her arm free.
"I'm not going to stay in this house alone with you!" she cried.
"Ain't you? Mebbe you'd prefer the bunkhouses then?"
The Bull was chuckling coarsely.
"I won't stay nowhere at Bar Q. I'm goin' to get out—tonight."
"As you say, gell. I told the wife not to set too much store by you, but no, she'd have her way. Said you could take her place and do the work fine, and she thought she should do as the doctor said and git away for a change."
Nettie paused, the thought of her mistress's confidence in her holding her in her headlong purpose to escape.
"So I could do the work alone. It's not that. It's just that—that I'm afraid to be here alone—with you," she blurted out.