Only once had that look been anything different--and that was when Celie had given him a tress of her hair.
Even the suspicion roused in him then was gone now, for if passion and desire were smoldering in the wolf-man's breast he would not have brought a possible rival to the cabin, nor would he have left them alone together.
His mind worked swiftly as he stared unseeing out into the corral.

He would no longer play the part of a pawn.

Thus far Bram had held the whip hand.

Now he would take it from him no matter what mysterious protestation the girl might make! The wolf-man had given him a dozen opportunities to deliver the blow that would make him a prisoner.

He would not miss the next.
He faced Celie with the gleam of this determination in his eyes.