It occurred to him suddenly that with a two weeks' ragged growth of beard on his face he must look something like a beast himself.

She had feared him, as she feared Bram, until she saw the badge.
"I am Philip Raine, of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police," he repeated again.

"I have come up here especially to help you, if you need help.

I could have got Bram farther back, but there was a reason why I didn't want him until I found his cabin.

That reason was you.