"I know people--relatives--who have long wanted to know where she's buried, that's all." "Relatives?
She never spoke of relatives, except a brother who was shot in Texas.

Lassiter, Milly Erne's grave is in a secret burying-ground on my property." "Will you take me there ?...

You'll be offendin' Mormons worse than by breakin' bread with me." "Indeed yes, but I'll do it.

Only we must go unseen.

To-morrow, perhaps." "Thank you, Jane Withersteen," replied the rider, and he bowed to her and stepped backward out of the court.
"Will you not stay--sleep under my roof ?" she asked.
"No, ma'am, an' thanks again.