They hit inter th' highway from Barter, that's what they done.
Now came the Indians I had seen at the lake to barter for some flour and pork.
In early times the father might sell his daughters and barter his sisters.
Let us not barter them for the poor comforts of this brief life.
It looked like paltering and peddling, like sale and barter.
Barter returned to the porcelain slab banked with the lights and the keys.
His task was to penetrate the hideout of Barter––and he was on the way there now.
When will he give up––and what will his driver do when Barter relinquishes control?
Far less, naturally, than Barter had made by selling his loot.
“You will know that my home is your home, Ellen,” said Barter softly.