She looked steadily, with all a woman's keenness, into this man's face.

The moment was one of the fateful decisions she knew the West had in store for her.

Her future and that of Bo's were now to be dependent upon her judgments.

It was a hard moment and, though she shivered inwardly, she welcomed the initial and inevitable step.

This man Dale, by his dress of buckskin, must be either scout or hunter.