Moreover, it established in her mind a fact that
there existed actually other than selfish reasons for her wanting
to see him. And as she had been bold, so she determined to be
both honest and brave.
"I've reasons--only one of which I need mention," she answered.
"If it's possible I want to change you toward my people. And on
the moment I can conceive of little I wouldn't do to gain that
end."
How much better and freer Jane felt after that confession! She
meant to show him that there was one Mormon who could play a game
or wage a fight in the open.
"I reckon," said Lassiter, and he laughed.
It was the best in her, if the most irritating, that Lassiter
always aroused.
"Will you come?" She looked into his eyes, and for the life of
her could not quite subdue an imperiousness that rose with her
spirit. "I never asked so much of any man--except Bern Venters."
"'Pears to me that you'd run no risk, or Venters, either. But
mebbe that doesn't hold good for me."
"You mean it wouldn't be safe for you to be often here? You look
for ambush in the cottonwoods?"
"Not that so much."
At this juncture little Fay sidled over to Lassiter.
"Has oo a little dirl?" she inquired.
"No, lassie," replied the rider.
Whatever Fay seemed to be searching for in Lassiter's
sun-reddened face and quiet eyes she evidently found. "Oo tan tom
to see me," she added, and with that, shyness gave place to
friendly curiosity.
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