The World for Sale

The woman nodded wearily and went on. For all of ten days I had been alone, except for the cattlemen camping a mile away and an old Indian helper who slept in his tepee within call. Loneliness makes you weak when there’s something tearing at the heart. So I let M'sieu’ Marchand talk to me. At last he told me that there was a woman at Yargo–that Dennis did not go there for business, but to her. Everyone knew it except me, he said. He told me to ask old Throw Hard, the Indian helper, if he had spoken the truth. I was shamed, and angry and crazy, too, I think, so I went to old Throw Hard and asked him.