"That is, if you belong to him.

And if you didn't why would you stand there with your arms about his neck and he hugging you up like that!" A few minutes before he had crumpled the picture in his hand and dropped it on the floor.

He picked it up now and mechanically smoothed it out as he made his observation, through the window.

The pack had returned to the stockade.

By the aimless manner in which they had scattered he concluded that for the time at least their mysterious enemies had drawn away from the corral.
Celie had not moved.