'You've got to. Look here, Hazel, you like having a lover, don't you?'
'I dunno.'
'Hazel! I'll bring you a present.'
'I dunna want it. What is it?' she said in a breath.
'Something nice. Then you promise to come?'
There was a long silence.
Her eyes seemed to her to be caught by his. She could not look away. And his eyes said strange, terrific things to her, things for which she had no words, wakening vitality, flattering, commanding, stirring a new curiosity, robbing her of breath.
They stood thus for a long time, as much alone under the flaming sky as a man and woman of the stone age.
When at least he released her eyes, he swung silently into the saddle and was gone.
When he got home, Vessons came shambling to the door.