"My righteous brethren are at work again," she said, in scorn.
She had stifled the leap of her wrath, but for perhaps the first time in her life a bitter derision curled her lips.

Lassiter's cool gray eyes seemed to pierce her.

"I said I was prepared for anything; but that was hardly true.

But why would they--anybody stampede my cattle ?" "That's a Mormon's godly way of bringin' a woman to her knees." "Lassiter, I'll die before I ever bend my knees.

I might be led I won't be driven.