It's like takin' a panther cub--or a wolf pup--an tryin' to raise it for a pet.

Some day it gets the taste of blood, maybe its own blood, an' then it goes mad and becomes a killer.

An' that's what I fear, Kate.

So far I've kept Dan from ever havin' a single fight, but I reckon the day'll come when someone'll cross him, and then there'll be a tornado turned loose that'll jest about wreck these parts." Her anger had grown during this speech.

Now she rose.
"I won't believe you, Dad," she said.