"If there was truth between us two."
"I thought there was."
"No. What's the reason you want me to stay here?"
"Reason? Why"—he laughed in his old way—"I don't defend my taste, but I kind o' like to have you round."
His companion's grave face showed no lightening. "Why do you want me round more than someone else?"
"Haven't got anyone else."
"Oh, yes, you have! Every man on Bonanza's a friend o' yours, or would be."
"It isn't just that; we understand each other."
"No, we don't."
"What's wrong?"