“No. He would have been my enemy no matter what you said. Soon as he put his eyes on me, I knew it.”
“Because I brought you here, you mean?”
“I don't mean only that. Some folks are born to be enemies, just as some are born to be friends. They've only got to look in each other's eyes once to know it.”
“That's strange. I never heard anybody else say that. Do you really mean it?”
“Yes.”
“And did you ever have such an enemy before? Don't answer me if I oughtn't to ask that,” she added quickly.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“In Texas. Why, here we are at a ranch!”
“Yes. It's ours, and yours as long as you want to stay. Did you feel that you were enemies the moment you saw this man in Texas?”