AN EXILE FROM "GOD'S COUNTRY"
set of plumb rank failures howling in Painted Rock about this and that State being 'God's Kentry,' They make me sick and tired. 'God's Kentry' is finished, and the State of Texas is still in our hands to work up and put the polish on. But the women is the worst at it. They don't remind me none of the women of forty-nine that old-timers tells about. They had grit, and could stand off Injuns. These ladies cayn't stand off a mosquito, and they weep sadly at a centipede. Mis' Habersham's that kind, and cayn't cut a steak without makin' faces at the j'int she hacks it off of with averted face. The women from 'God's Kentry' ain't fit to raise Texans. They raise too much riot over trifles."
But she was a pretty little woman, and even the fastidious Ginger Gillett lowered his bull voice in her presence, and was exceedingly polite when he met her on Main Street. The cowboys said she was "a daisy" when they swaggered past her with cropped heads, a tooth-brush in their waistcoat pockets, and a very high opinion of themselves in their little minds.
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