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Then； weak and spent； she lay thinking； not of the oppression that would break her； but of this new revelation of self。 Until the last few days there had been little in her life to rouse passions。 Her forefathers had been Vikings； savage chieftains who bore no cross and brooked no hindrance to their will。 Her father had inherited that temper； and at times； like antelope fleeing before fire on the slope； his people fled from his red rages。 Jane Withersteen realized that the spirit of wrath and war had lain dormant in her。 She shrank from black depths hitherto unsuspected。 The one thing in man or woman that she scorned above all scorn； and which she could not forgive； was hate。 Hate headed a flaming pathway straight to hell。 All in a flash； beyond her control there had been in her a birth of fiery hate。 And the man who had dragged her peaceful and loving spirit to this degradation was a minister of God's word； an Elder of her church； the counselor of her beloved Bishop。
The loss of herds and ranges； even of Amber Spring and the Old Stone House； no longer concerned Jane Withersteen； she faced the foremost thought of her life； what she now considered the mightiest problemthe salvation of her soul。
She knelt by her bedside and prayed； she prayed as she had never prayed in all her lifeprayed to be forgiven for her sin to be immune from that dark； hot hate； to love Tull as her minister； though she could not love him as a man； to do her duty by her church and people and those dependent upon her bounty； to hold reverence of God and womanhood inviolate。
When Jane Withersteen rose from that storm of wrath and prayer for help she was serene； calm； surea changed woman。 She would do her duty as she saw it； live her life as her own truth guided her。 She might never be able to marry a man of her choice； but she certainly never would become the wife of Tull。 Her churchmen might take her cattle and horses； ranges and fields； her corrals and stables； the house of Withersteen and the water that nourished the village of Cottonwoods； but they could not force her to marry Tull； they could not change her decision or break her spirit。 Once resigned to further loss； and sure of herself； Jane Withersteen attained a peace of mind that had not been hers for a year。 She forgave Tull； and felt a melancholy regret over what she knew he considered duty； irrespective of his personal feeling for her。 First of all； Tull； as he was a man； wanted her for himself； and secondly； he hoped to save her and her riches for his church。 She did not believe that Tull had been actuated solely by his minister's zeal to save her soul。 She doubted her interpretation of one of his dark sayingsthat if she were lost to him she might as well be lost to heaven。 Jane Withersteen's common sense took arms against the binding limits of her religion； and she doubted that her Bishop； whom she had been taught had direct communication with Godwould damn her soul for refusing to marry a Mormon。 As for Tull and his churchmen； when they had harassed her； perhaps made her poor； they would find her unchangeable； and then she would get back most of what she had lost。 So she reasoned； true at last to her faith in all men； and in their ultimate goodness。
The clank of iron hoofs upon the stone courtyard drew her hurriedly from her retirement。 There； beside his horse； stood Lassiter； his dark apparel and the great black gun…sheaths contrasting singularly with his gentle smile。 Jane's active mind took up her interest in him and her half…determined desire to use what charm she had to foil his evident design in visiting Cottonwoods。 If she could mitigate his hatred of Mormons； or at least keep him from killing more of them； not only would she be saving her people； but also be leading back this bloodspiller to some semblance of the human。
〃Mornin'； ma'am；〃 he said； black sombrero in hand。
〃Lassiter I'm not an old woman； or even a madam；〃 she replied； with her bright smile。 〃If you can't say Miss Withersteencall me Jane。〃
〃I reckon Jane would be easier。 First names are always handy for me。〃
〃Well； use mine； then。 Lassiter； I'm glad to see you。 I'm in trouble。〃
Then she told him of Judkins's return； of the driving of the red herd； of Venters's departure on Wrangle； and the calling…in of her riders。
〃'Pears to me you're some smilin' an' pretty for a woman with so much trouble；〃 he remarked。
〃Lassiter！ Are you paying me compliments？ But； seriously I've made up my mind not to be miserable。 I've lost much； and I'll lose more。 Nevertheless； I won't be sour； and I hope I'll never be unhappyagain。〃
Lassiter twisted his hat round and round； as was his way； and took his time in replying。
〃Women are strange to me。 I got to back…trailin' myself from them long ago。 But I'd like a game woman。 Might I ask； seein' as how you take this trouble； if you're goin' to fight？〃
〃Fight！ How？ Even if I would； I haven't a friend except that boy who doesn't dare stay in the village。〃
〃I make bold to say； ma'amJanethat there's another； if you want him。〃
〃Lassiter！。。。Thank you。 But how can I accept you as a friend？ Think！ Why； you'd ride down into the village with those terrible guns and kill my enemieswho are also my churchmen。〃
〃I reckon I might be riled up to jest about that；〃 he replied； dryly。
She held out both hands to him。
〃Lassiter！ I'll accept your friendshipbe proud of itreturn itif I may keep you from killing another Mormon。〃
〃I'll tell you one thing；〃 he said； bluntly； as the gray lightning formed in his eyes。 〃You're too good a woman to be sacrificed as you're goin' to be。。。。No； I reckon you an' me can't be friends on such terms。〃
In her earnestness she stepped closer to him； repelled yet fascinated by the sudden transition of his moods。 That he would fight for her was at once horrible and wonderful。
〃You came here to kill a manthe man whom Milly Erne〃
〃The man who dragged Milly Erne to hellput it that way！。。。Jane Withersteen； yes； that's why I came here。 I'd tell so much to no other livin' soul。。。。There're things such a woman as you'd never dream of so don't mention her again。 Not till you tell me the name of the man！〃
〃Tell you！ I？ Never！〃
〃I reckon you will。 An' I'll never ask you。 I'm a man of strange beliefs an' ways of thinkin'； an' I seem to see into the future an' feel things hard to explain。 The trail I've been followin' for so many years was twisted en' tangled； but it's straightenin' out now。 An'； Jane Withersteen； you crossed it long ago to ease poor Milly's agony。 That； whether you want or not； makes Lassiter your friend。 But you cross it now strangely to mean somethin to meGod knows what！unless by your noble blindness to incite me to greater hatred of Mormon men。〃
Jane felt swayed by a strength that far exceeded her own。 In a clash of wills with this man she would go to the wall。 If she were to influence him it must be wholly through womanly allurement。 There was that about Lassiter which commanded her respect。 She had abhorred his name； face to face with him； she found she feared only his deeds。 His mystic suggestion； his foreshadowing of something that she was to mean to him； pierced deep into her mind。 She believed fate had thrown in her way the lover or husband of Milly Erne。 She believed that through her an evil man might be reclaimed。 His allusion to what he called her blindness terrified her。 Such a mistaken idea of his might unleash the bitter； fatal mood she sensed in him。 At any cost she must placate this man； she knew the die was cast； and that if Lassiter did not soften to a woman's grace and beauty and wiles； then it would be because she could not make him。
〃I reckon you'll hear no more such talk from me；〃 Lassiter went on； presently。 〃Now； Miss Jane； I rode in to tell you that your herd of white steers is down on the slope behind them big ridges。 An' I seen somethin' goin' on that'd be mighty interestin' to you； if you could see it。 Have you a field…glass？〃
〃Yes； I have two glasses。 I'll get them and ride out with you。 Wait； Lassiter； please；〃 she said； and hurried within。 Sending word to Jerd to saddle Black Star and fetch him to the court； she then went to her room and changed to the riding…clothes she always donned when going into the sage。 In this male attire her mirror showed her a jaunty； handsome rider。 If she expected some little need of admiration from Lassiter； she had no cause for disappointment。 The gentle smile that she liked； which made of him another person； slowly overspread his face。
〃If I didn't take you for a boy！〃 he exclaimed。 〃It's powerful queer what difference clothes make。 Now I've been some scared of your dignity； like when the other night you was all in white but in this rig〃
Black Star came pounding into the court； dragging Jerd half off his feet； and he whistled at Lassiter's black。 But at sight of Jane all his defiant lines seemed to soften； and with tosses of his beautiful head he whipped his bridle。
〃Down； Black Star； down；〃 said Jane。
He dropped his head； and； slowly lengthening； he bent one foreleg； then the other； and sank to his knees。 Jane slipped her left foot in the stirrup； swung lightly into the saddle； and Black Star rose with a ringing stamp。 It was not easy for Jane