Judkins and Venters were the exceptions she called to mind.

Had the men who hounded her hidden in her grove, taken to the rifle to rid her of Lassiter, her last friend?
It was probable--it was likely.

And she did not share his cool assumption that his death would never come at the hands of a Mormon.

Long had she expected it.

His constancy to her, his singular reluctance to use the fatal skill for which he was famed--both now plain to all Mormons--laid him open to inevitable assassination.