She could not change that.
She hated the need of thinking so much about him; and suddenly, with a hot, bursting anger, she hated the man.
"You'll not look after me.

I'll take care of myself," she said, and she turned her back upon him.

She heard him mutter under his breath and slowly move away down the car.

Then Bo slipped a hand in hers.
"Never mind, Nell," she whispered.

"You know what old Sheriff Haines said about Harve Riggs.