After all, she was
not a wild thing, but a human being, and he hesitated. In
dealing with men, he had but one method, which was to go straight
to the point regardless of consequences. So he half turned in
the saddle and rode with one foot free of the stirrup that he
might face her squarely.
"You say you're willing to bury the tomahawk; do you mean it?"
His eyes sought hers, and when they met her glance held it in
spite of her blushes, which indeed puzzled him. But she did not
answer immediately, and so he repeated the question.
"Do you mean that? We've been digging into each other pretty
industriously, and saying how we hate each other--but are you
willing to drop it and be friends? It's for you to say--and
you've got to say it now."
Evadna hung up her head at that. "Are you in the habit of laying
down the law to everyone who will permit it?" she evaded.
"Am I to take it for granted you meant what you said?" He stuck
stubbornly to the main issue. "Girls seem to have a way of
saying things, whether they mean anything or not.
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