“Oh no! Who’s that out there?”
“Hush, darlin’. Ain’t no one but me.”
“At last! I’ve been waiting…. I wish we didn’t have to meet up in the old burying ground!”
“Well, Nellie Belle, I cain’t come into town. Not since they figgered out who looted the stage an’ broke the driver’s neck.”
“Oh, I know, sweetheart, but…what was that?”
“Don’t fuss so, honey. You know that ol’ owl sets up in that dead pine, nights like this.”
“I wish I was brave like you, Bart. You’re used to bein’ out after dark.”
“That’s true, love. Now an’ again, though, I get to listenin’ and there comes a rustle in the brush by Monterey Pete’s stone and I know…tain’t nothin’ natural.”
“Oh, don’t say such things! Isn’t there any way at all we could just go somewheres else to be together, you an’ me?”
“No chance of that, Love, not since…not since the sheriff sniffed out my cave in the hills.”
“Oh, Bart, I wish they hadn’t hanged you! I hate this! Just look! I patched those ol’ pants for you an’ now…. More worms than ever, eatin’ plumb through!”
“Don’t I know it! Don’t hurt so bad as lookin’ at that pretty hair an’ dress of yours in the moonlight. I cain’t aide them crabs an’ little fish. You didn’t have to go drowndin’ yourself in the crick that afternoon.”
“Oh, Bart, oh Bart! Whatever can we do!”
“Nothin’ much ‘til…. There’s that hem crow again: reckon it’s time to go. Kiss me g’bye ‘til tomorrow night, Nellie Belle.”
“Of course, Bart, only…where’s your lips?”
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