And you've got to know the truth because the worst of this hell falls on you and me." The hate that he spoke of alone upheld her.
"Never, Jean Isbel!" she cried.

"I'll never know truth from y'u....
I'll never share anythin' with y'u--not even hell." Isbel dismounted and stood before her, still holding his bridle reins.
The bay horse champed his bit and tossed his head.
"Why do you hate me so ?" he asked.

"I just happen to be my father's son.

I never harmed you or any of your people.

I met you ...