“The hand of God,” said the big girl stiffly, “is before my face. His host is round about me. I’d advise you to let me alone.”
The man threw back his head and laughed.
“I don’t see no host,” he said, “an’ I ain’t superstitious,” and with a leap he swung one long arm around her neck.
“Help me, Lord!” said Nance aloud, and bowing her young body she pulled her forehead down his breast and slipped free.
Next moment she had struck him in the mouth with all her might and followed through like any man.
Provine roared and swore and came for her again, head down and small eyes blazing.
“Now,” he said, “I’ll have to hand you discipline, you damned hell-cat!”
So the night that was so full of portent dropped down upon the country of the Deep Heart hills and Destiny rode the winds.
Sky Line Ranch was stirring early, even before the first grey light had touched the east.