“I hate him.”
“You hate him and you're pledged to marry him!... God! Mescal, I'd utterly forgotten Snap Naab already has a wife.”
“You've also forgotten that we're Mormons.”
“Are you a Mormon?” he queried bluntly.
“I've been raised as one.”
“That's not an answer. Are you one? Do you believe any man under God's sky ought to have more than one wife at a time?”
“No. But I've been taught that it gave woman greater glory in heaven. There have been men here before you, men who talked to me, and I doubted before I ever saw you. And afterward—I knew.”
“Would not Father Naab release you?”
“Release me? Why, he would have taken me as a wife for himself but for Mother Mary. She hates me. So he pledged me to Snap.”
“Does August Naab love you?”