She made a pitiful figure, her chin cupped in her hand, and
her eyes staring fixedly down the valley. He was recalled from her by
the general laughter of the outlaws.
"You fellers laugh," he said complacently, "because you don't know no
more about women than a cow knows about pictures."
"What do you think we should do with her, Solomon?" Buck met the cold
blue eye of Haines.
"Maybe I ain't Solomon," he admitted genially, "but I don't need no
million wives to learn all there is to know about women."
"Don't make a fool of yourself, Buck," said Silent. "There ain't no
way of movin' that damn girl. She's gone on a hunger strike an' she'll
die in it. We can't send her out of the valley. It's hell to have her
dyin' on our hands here. But there ain't no way to make her change her
mind. I've tried pleadin' with her--I've even offered her money. It
don't do no good. Think of that!"
"Sure it don't," sneered Buck. "Why, you poor bunch of yearlin'
calves, she don't need no coaxin'. What she needs is a manhandlin'.
She wants a master, that's what she wants."
"I suppose," said Haines, "you think you're man enough to change her?"
"None of that!" broke in Silent.
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