She waited for an instant, watching the sneer on Calumet's face, and then went on firmly, as though she had decided not to let anything he said disturb her.

"So when Grandfather proposed coming here I agreed.

We took what few personal effects that were left us.

We traveled for two months--" "I ain't carin' to hear your family history," interrupted Calumet.
"You started to tell me about my dad." "We were following the river trail near here," the girl went on firmly, scorning to pay any attention to this insult; "when we heard shooting.
I stayed with the wagon while grandfather went to investigate.

We found two men--Tom Taggart and his son Neal--concealed in the cottonwood, trying to shoot your father, who was in the house.