“There be times of the moon when I declare that no-count Nella-Rose just plain seems possessed; has ter do somethin’ and does it!  Three months ago, come Saturday, or thereabouts, she took it into her head to worst Marg at every turn and let it out that she was goin’ to round up all the fellers and take her pick!  She had the blazin’ face ter come down here and tell me that!  Course Marg knew it, but the two most consarned didn’t—­meaning Jed and Burke.  Least they suspected—­but warn’t sure.  Jed meant to get Burke out o’ the way so he could have a clear space to co’t Nella-Rose, so he aimed to shoot one o’ Burke’s feet just enough to lay him up—­Jed is the slow, calculatin’ kind and an almighty sure shot.  He reckoned Burke couldn’t walk up Lone Dome with a sore foot, so he laid for him, meanin’ afterward to say he was huntin’ an’ took Burke for a ‘possum.  Well, Burke got wind of the plot; I’m thinkin’ Marg put a flea in his ear, anyway he set a trap just by the path leading from the trail to Lone Dome.  Gawd!  Jed planted his foot inter it same as if he meant ter, and what does that Burke do but take a walk with Nella-Rose right past the place where Jed was caught!  ‘Corse he was yellin’ somethin’ terrible.  They helped Jed out and I reckon Nella-Rose was innocent enough, but Jed writ up the account ’gainst Burke and Burke floated off for a spell.  He ain’t floated back yet—­not yet! But so long as Nella-Rose is above ground he’ll naturally cum back.”

“And Nella-Rose, the little no-count; did she repay Jed, the poor cuss?”

“Nella-Rose don’t repay no one—­she ain’t more’n half real, whatever way you put it.  But just see how this fixes a sheriff, will yo’?  Knowing what I do, I can’t jail either o’ them chaps with a cl’ar conscience.  Gawd!  I’d like to pass a law to cage all females and only let ’em out with a string to their legs!” Then White laughed reminiscently.

“What now, Jim?”

“Gals!” White fairly spit out the word.  “Gals!” There was an eloquent pause, then more quietly:  “Jest when yo’ place ’em and hate ’em proper, they up and do somethin’ to melt yo’ like snow on Lone Dome in May.  I was harkin’ back to the little white hen and Nella-Rose.  There ain’t much chance to have a livin’ pet up to Greyson’s place.  Anything fit to eat is et.  Pete drinks the rest.  But once Nella-Rose came totin’ up here on a cl’ar, moonlight evenin’ with somethin’ under her little, old shawl.  ‘Jim’ she says—­wheedlin’ and coaxin’—­’I want yo’ to keep this here hen fo’ me.  I’ll bring its keep, but I love it, and I can’t see it—­killed!’ That gal don’t never let tears fall—­they jest wet her eyes and make ’em shine.  With that she let loose the most owdacious white bantam and scattered some corn on the floor; then she sat down and laughed like an imp when the foolish thing hopped up to her and flopped onter her lap.  Well, I kept the sassy little hen—­there wasn’t anything else ter do—­but one day Marg, she followed Nella-Rose up and when she saw what was going on, she stamped in and cried out:  ‘So! yo’ can have playthings while us-all go starved!  Yo’ can steal what’s our’n,—­an’ with that she took the bantam and fo’ I could say a cuss, she wrung that chicken’s neck right fo’ Nella-Rose’s eyes!”