"Tell you what, Jonesy," said Rafe, "this ranch needs a mistress."
Jonesy laughed as at a pleasantry and continued to talk of the
mischance in the matter of young Dawson.
"I mean it," interrupted Rafe, wagging his head. "I'm tired of living
single."
"Well," said Jonesy, "you can always get some petticoat to live with
you for a while."
"I don't mean a floozie. I mean a sure-enough lady like."
"Oh, one of _them_, huh? I dunno, Rafe. I married a good woman once,
and take it from me they sure cramp a feller's style."
"It depends on the woman. There are women and women. If a feller is
careful who he picks, he don't run a bad chance. Me, I got my eye on
young Hazel Walton."