Wait till we get to Fort Bridger and marry
him there. Make him come to California with us. Don't do such an
awful thing--run away into the mountains with a half-breed."
"I don't care what he is. There's no one else for me but him. He's my
man and I'll go with him wherever he wants to take me."
"Wait and tell Bella."
"She wouldn't let me go. There'd be nothing but fighting and misery.
When you've made up your mind to do a thing you've got to do it
yourself, not go by what other people think."
There was a silence and they hung upon each other. Then Lucy put her
face against her friend's and kissed her.
"Good-by," she whispered, loosening her arms.
"I can't let you go. I won't. It'll kill you."
"I must. He's waiting."
She struggled from the embrace, pulling away the clasping hands
noiselessly, but with purpose. There was something of coldness, of the
semblance but not the soul of affection, in the determined softness
with which she sought release. She stole to the tent flap and peered
out. Her thoughts were already outside, flown to the shape hiding in
the shadow like birds darting from a cage.
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