“I think you are mistaken,” he challenged. “When have I been cross?”
Sheila laughed. “Do you remember the night that I came home and told you and father how Dakota had rescued me from the quicksand? Well,” she continued, noting his nod and the frown which accompanied it, “you were cross that night—almost boorish. You moped and went off to bed without saying good-night.”
It pleased Duncan to tell her that he had forgotten if he had ever acted that way, and she did not press him. And so a silence fell between them.
“You said you were beginning to like some of the people,” said Duncan presently. “You don’t like me. Then who do you like?”
“Well,” she said, appearing to meditate, but in reality watching him closely so that she might catch his gaze when he looked up. “There’s Ben Doubler. He seems to be a very nice old man. And”—Duncan looked at her and she met his gaze fairly, her eyes dancing with mischief—“and Dakota. He is a character, don’t you think?”
Duncan frowned darkly and removed his gaze from her face, directing it down into the plain on the other side of the river. What strange fatality had linked her sympathies and admiration with his enemies? A rage which he dared not let her see seized him, and he sat silent, clenching and unclenching his hands.
She saw his condition and pressed him without mercy.
“He is a character, isn’t he? An odd one, but attractive?”
Duncan sneered. “He pulled you out of the quicksand, of course. Anybody could have done that, if they’d been around. I reckon that’s what makes him ‘attractive’ in your eyes. On the other hand, he put Texas Blanca out of business. Does that killing help to make him attractive?”
“Wasn’t Blanca his enemy. If you remember, you told father and me that Blanca sold him some stolen cattle. Then, according to what I have heard of the story, he met Blanca in Lazette, ordered him to leave, and when he didn’t go he shot him. I understand that that is the code in matters of that sort—people have to take the law in their own hands. But he gave Blanca the opportunity to shoot first. Wasn’t that fair?”