Well, she was a mountain girl, let him make of it what he wanted.

You think me wanton, then, because I am a mountain girl?

She smiled, looking directly into my eyes in the way mountain girls have.

I didn't understand why the mountain girl should turn up now.

He doesn't catch or shoot anything, but he does fall in love with a mountain girl.

You are a southern mountain girl, I can't imagine you would not.

Yet there was something about this mountain girl that had fired his senses.

Those mountain girls are shameless, and I had of her no more than she offered.

Or maybe he had figured a sixteen-year-old mountain girl would be easy to deal with.

She was a mountain girl, with weather and storms in her blood.