“I've lived my life in the desert. I've met many men and have been a friend to most.... You're no prospector or trader or missionary?”
“No,” replied Shefford.
“You've had trouble?”
“Yes.”
“Have you come in here to hide? Don't be afraid to tell me. I won't give you away.”
“I didn't come to hide.”
“Then no one is after you? You've done no wrong?”
“Perhaps I wronged myself, but no one else,” replied Shefford, steadily.
“I reckoned so. Well, tell me, or keep your secret—it's all one to me.”
Shefford felt a desire to unburden himself. This man was strong, persuasive, kindly. He drew Shefford.