[For a moment they are both silent as they listen to the silence of the prairie.]
Norah.
If you touch me I’ll have you up for cruelty. There are laws to protect me.
Taylor.
I don’t care a curse for the laws. I know I’m going to be master here. And if I tell you to do a thing you’ve darned well got to do it because I can make you. Now stop fooling. Pick up that crockery and get the broom.
Norah.
I won’t.
[He strides up and is just about to catch hold of her when she shrinks back. She sees he is in earnest. She is terrified by his look.]
Norah.
No, don’t. Don’t hurt me.