““I was just thinking. Once I get home, we’ll be enemies again. My people would shoot you if you ever came around. And that--” She sniffed and swiped at her eyes. “That makes me sad. And sort of scared. What if there was an Indian attack? What if I--” She turned her head to study him. “I might look down the barrel of a rifle someday, and it might be you at the other end.” “I will not lift my blade against you.””
