Bill chewed a mouthful of beans. "I ain't usually a coward, Chico," he said once he'd swallowed it.
"No, you ain't. Not in my experience of you."
"I'm unmanned by the cold she breathes out."
Chico stared at Bill for a while, then swallowed his own mouthful. "It happens. A girl has the power. Howsomeever, you know you're the better man for her, and mayhap she knows it, as well. Tell her you got feelings. Show her you got the grit to be tender."
Bill exhaled a long breath. "It's got to be done. Today's as good as tomorrow." He arose and gripped Chico's shoulder, then left the bunkhouse with long strides.