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“
Well
,
that
’
s
good
,
”
declared
Annixter
judicially
.
“
That
’
s
good
.
But
hold
on
,
”
he
interrupted
,
“
I
’
m
forgetting
.
It
’
s
not
enough
to
not
dislike
me
.
I
want
you
to
like
me
.
How
about
THAT
?
”
Hilma
paused
for
a
moment
,
glancing
vaguely
out
of
the
doorway
toward
the
lighted
window
of
the
dairy
-
house
,
her
head
tilted
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
that
I
ever
thought
about
that
,
”
she
said
.
“
Well
,
think
about
it
now
,
”
insisted
Annixter
.
“
But
I
never
thought
about
liking
anybody
particularly
,
”
she
observed
.
“
It
’
s
because
I
like
everybody
,
don
’
t
you
see
?
”
“
Well
,
you
’
ve
got
to
like
some
people
more
than
other
people
,
”
hazarded
Annixter
,
“
and
I
want
to
be
one
of
those
’
some
people
,
’
savvy
?
Good
Lord
,
I
don
’
t
know
how
to
say
these
fool
things
.
I
talk
like
a
galoot
when
I
get
talking
to
feemale
girls
and
I
can
’
t
lay
my
tongue
to
anything
that
sounds
right
.
It
isn
’
t
my
nature
.
And
look
here
,
I
lied
when
I
said
I
liked
to
have
people
like
me
—
to
be
popular
.
Rot
!
I
don
’
t
care
a
curse
about
people
’
s
opinions
of
me
.
But
there
’
s
a
few
people
that
are
more
to
me
than
most
others
—
that
chap
Presley
,
for
instance
—
and
those
people
I
DO
want
to
have
like
me
.
What
they
think
counts
.
Pshaw
!
I
know
I
’
ve
got
enemies
;
piles
of
them
.
I
could
name
you
half
a
dozen
men
right
now
that
are
naturally
itching
to
take
a
shot
at
me
.
How
about
this
ranch
?
Don
’
t
I
know
,
can
’
t
I
hear
the
men
growling
oaths
under
their
breath
after
I
’
ve
gone
by
?
And
in
business
ways
,
too
,
”
he
went
on
,
speaking
half
to
himself
,
“
in
Bonneville
and
all
over
the
county
there
’
s
not
a
man
of
them
wouldn
’
t
howl
for
joy
if
they
got
a
chance
to
down
Buck
Annixter
.
Think
I
care
?
Why
,
I
LIKE
it
.
I
run
my
ranch
to
suit
myself
and
I
play
my
game
my
own
way
.
I
’
m
a
’
driver
,
’
I
know
it
,
and
a
’
bully
,
’
too
.
Oh
,
I
know
what
they
call
me
—
’
a
brute
beast
,
with
a
twist
in
my
temper
that
would
rile
up
a
new
-
born
lamb
,
’
and
I
’
m
’
crusty
’
and
’
pig
-
headed
’
and
’
obstinate
.
’
They
say
all
that
,
but
they
’
ve
got
to
say
,
too
,
that
I
’
m
cleverer
than
any
man
-
jack
in
the
running
.
There
’
s
nobody
can
get
ahead
of
me
.
”
His
eyes
snapped
.
“
Let
’
em
grind
their
teeth
.
They
can
’
t
’
down
’
me
.
When
I
shut
my
fist
there
’
s
not
one
of
them
can
open
it
.
No
,
not
with
a
CHISEL
.
”
He
turned
to
Hilma
again
.
“
Well
,
when
a
man
’
s
hated
as
much
as
that
,
it
stands
to
reason
,
don
’
t
it
,
Miss
Hilma
,
that
the
few
friends
he
has
got
he
wants
to
keep
?
I
’
m
not
such
an
entire
swine
to
the
people
that
know
me
best
—
that
jackass
,
Presley
,
for
instance
.
I
’
d
put
my
hand
in
the
fire
to
do
him
a
real
service
.
Sometimes
I
get
kind
of
lonesome
;
wonder
if
you
would
understand
?
It
’
s
my
fault
,
but
there
’
s
not
a
horse
about
the
place
that
don
’
t
lay
his
ears
back
when
I
get
on
him
;
there
’
s
not
a
dog
don
’
t
put
his
tail
between
his
legs
as
soon
as
I
come
near
him
.
The
cayuse
isn
’
t
foaled
yet
here
on
Quien
Sabe
that
can
throw
me
,
nor
the
dog
whelped
that
would
dare
show
his
teeth
at
me
.
I
kick
that
Irish
setter
every
time
I
see
him
—
but
wonder
what
I
’
d
do
,
though
,
if
he
didn
’
t
slink
so
much
,
if
he
wagged
his
tail
and
was
glad
to
see
me
?
So
it
all
comes
to
this
:
I
’
d
like
to
have
you
—
well
,
sort
of
feel
that
I
was
a
good
friend
of
yours
and
like
me
because
of
it
.
”
The
flame
in
the
lamp
on
the
wall
in
front
of
Hilma
stretched
upward
tall
and
thin
and
began
to
smoke
.
She
went
over
to
where
the
lamp
hung
and
,
standing
on
tip
-
toe
,
lowered
the
wick
.
As
she
reached
her
hand
up
,
Annixter
noted
how
the
sombre
,
lurid
red
of
the
lamp
made
a
warm
reflection
on
her
smooth
,
round
arm
.
“
Do
you
understand
?
”
he
queried
.
