An' jest lately I learned all about you.

I had a talk with Oldrin' an' told him you was dead, an' he told me what I had so long been wantin' to know.

It was Dyer, of course, who stole you from Milly.

Part reason he was sore because Milly refused to give you Mormon teachin', but mostly he still hated Frank Erne so infernally that he made a deal with Oldrin' to take you an' bring you up as an infamous rustler an' rustler's girl.

The idea was to break Frank Erne's heart if he ever came to Utah--to show him his daughter with a band of low rustlers.