"A great deal--and like--A MAN ?" "Yes." "A MAN--one of God's men ?" she repeated.
He bowed his head.
Slowly, so slowly that she scarcely seemed to move, she drew nearer to him.
"And when you had done this you would be willing to go away, to promise never to see me again, to ask no reward?
You would swear that ?" Her hand touched his arm.

Her breath came tense and fast as she waited for him to answer.

"If you wished it, yes," he said.
"I almost believe," he heard, as if she were speaking the words to herself.

She turned to him again, and something of faith, of hope transfigured her face.
"Return to your fire and your prunes," she said quickly, and the sunlight of a smile passed over her lips.

"Then, half an hour from now, come up the coulee to the turn in the rocks.