"It's cattle," said Nettie.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes, I know their calls, though I didn't know there was any near us."
"Passing along the trail probably. It's getting toward the fall, you know."
"Angel, do you believe in God?"
"No—that is, yes—in a way I do. Do you?"
"Yes. Mrs. Langdon used to say that God was in us—in our hearts. He can't be in every heart, can he?"
"Why not?"
"Well, Bull Langdon's for instance. God couldn't abide in his heart, could he?"