Inside on a wooden bunk lay a young Indian woman.

They all watched him walk up the hill and go inside the cottage.

When she saw the wagon coming down the road she felt weak and sick sort of inside.

One of Jim’s hands went inside her dress and stroked over her breast and the other hand was in her lap.

She felt Jim right through the back of the chair and she couldn’t stand it and then something clicked inside of her and the feeling was warmer and softer.