"Oh, I couldn't ride a man's saddle," she protested, still politely, and one could imagine how her lips were Pursed.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
Val's face was flushed, her lips Pursed, and her eyes wide.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
Val Pursed her lips with something like her old spirit.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower