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Chapter 200
Chapter 16 Pierre stared at his companion with almost open-mouthed astonishment. "I? A dance?" And then his head tilted back and he laughed. "My good times, d**k, come out of the hills and the skyline, and the gallop of Mary. But as for women, they bore me, Dick." "Even Jack?" "She's more man than woman." It was the turn of Wilbur to laugh, and he responded uproariously until Pierre frowned and flushed a little. "When I see you out here on your horse with your rifle in the boot and your six-g*n swinging low in the scabbard, and riding the fastest bit of horseflesh on the ranges," explained Wilbur, "I get to thinking that you're pretty much king of the mountains; but in certain respects, Pierre, you're a child." Pierre stirred uneasily in his saddle. A man must be well over
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