was dead, and had walked for two
days to learn if it was true. I pointed
back towards Bee Rock, and told her
that he had fallen from a cliff back
there. She did not move, nor did her
look change. Moreover, she said nothing,
and, being in a hurry, I had to ride
on.

At the foot-bridge over Roaring
Fork I looked back. The woman was
still there, under the hot mid-day sun
and in the dust of the road, motionless.



COURTIN' ON CUTSHIN


Hit was this way, stranger. When
hit comes to handlin' a right peert gal,
Jeb Somers air about the porest man
on Fryin' Pan, I reckon; an' Polly Ann
Sturgill have got the vineg'rest tongue
on Cutshin or any other crick.

So the boys over on Fryin' Pan
made it up to git 'em together. Abe
Shivers--you've heerd tell o' Abe--
tol' Jeb that Polly Ann had seed him