The horse snorted and bent his head.

The trough was of solid stone, hollowed out, moss-covered and green and wet and cool, and the clear brown water that fed it spouted and splashed from a wooden pipe.
"He has brought you far to-day ?" "Yes, ma'am, a matter of over sixty miles, mebbe seventy." "A long ride--a ride that--Ah, he is blind!" "Yes, ma'am," replied Lassiter.
"What blinded him ?" "Some men once roped an' tied him, an' then held white-iron close to his eyes." "Oh! Men?
You mean devils....

Were they your enemies--Mormons ?" "Yes, ma'am." "To take revenge on a horse! Lassiter, the men of my creed are unnaturally cruel.

To my everlasting sorrow I confess it.

They have been driven, hated, scourged till their hearts have hardened.