The only other item that Hi contributed to the sketch of Gwen was that her temper could blaze if the occasion demanded.
“'Member young Hill, Bill?”
Bill “'membered.”
“Didn't she cut into him sudden? Sarved him right, too.”
“What did she do?”
“Cut him across the face with her quirt in good style.”
“What for?”
“Knockin' about her Indian Joe.”
Joe was, as I came to learn, Ponka's son and Gwen's most devoted slave.
“Oh, she ain't no refrigerator.”