y-a-a-as

Updated: May 20, 2025

The bail of a bubbling pot slipped down the bar that held it, and the vessel clattered upon the hearth. She started as if a gun had exploded at her elbow. "Y-a-a-as," drawled Lancaster, reflectively, gnawing the while at a fresh slab of tobacco, "we jes' nat'ally mavericked this claim." A fortnight had passed since his return from the land-office.

Eleanor Gates - The Plow-Woman