Well, now. Ain't this a turn? She can see he's whistling a new tune, so she grows far less severe of countenance. The line between her brow smooths, and the corner of her mouth tilts up.
She leans in, just as surreptitiously.
"Sure am. Jus' like Jesse James an' Wild Bill Hickok!"
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Well, now. Ain't this a turn? She can see he's whistling a new tune, so she grows far less severe of countenance. The line between her brow smooths, and the corner of her mouth tilts up.
She leans in, just as surreptitiously.
"Sure am. Jus' like Jesse James an' Wild Bill Hickok!"