She’s not a squaw, you fool, and she’s got a name, but you can refer to her as the lady.

Alex Mendoza Arvel moved into a local boarding house where he would end up staying for a few days, still too weak to travel home. He sent word to Uncle Bob and Dick Welles to report on his whereabouts and checked on Donny at the livery stable where Chica had left him. The proprietor was a short, dirty fat man by the name of Dobbs. He was too friendly to Arvel. He assured Arvel that everything was in order and inquired into how he had come upon the horses and equipment. Arvel let his Arizona Ranger badge show for the first time on his lapel. He tended to Donny.
“Didn’t the young lady tell you?” He didn’t look up at the fat man.
He laughed lewdly. “That little squaw’s quite a firecracker…a real wildcat, I bet.” He winked at Arvel.
Arvel’s eyes flashed; the man responded by cowering and averting his eyes. “She’s not a squaw, you fool, and she’s got a name, but you can refer to her as the lady. I see you exhibited better manners around her than you have with me.”
“How…how’s that?” the fat man stuttered his reply.
“Because you’re still alive.” The Mule Tamer