Woman's jest woman, an' the
diff'rences in her is just what a mighty tough world makes of her.
Maybe she's foolish. Maybe she ain't. Anyway, she's got most things
agin her to make her that way, an' it seems to me a yeller dawg don't
have much the worst of the game. No. I guess woman's jest woman, an'
us men needs to git right on our knees and thank Providence that is so."
Bud reattacked his supper. There had been impatience as well as
amiability in his denial. For all his regard for his partner he could
not allow Nan her absurd self-effacement without protest. None knew
better than he the extent of his debt to Jeff for ridding the Obar of
the rustlers. But Jeff, he also knew, owed his life to the devotion,
the skill, the love of this girl upon whom he had no claim.
He remained silent now, lost in thoughts he dared not impart to Nan,
and the girl herself had nothing to say. She, too, was thinking. But
there was no impatience in her thoughts.
She was thinking of a moment which had occurred down at the pastures.
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