‘You can have one if you’d like it sent to you later on.’

She looked at him inscrutably.

‘You think I’m afraid of you and your cattle, don’t you?’ she asked.

His eyes narrowed dangerously. There was a faint domineering smile on his face.

‘Why should I think that?’ he said.

She was watching him all the time with her dark, dilated, inchoate eyes. She leaned forward and swung round her arm, catching him a light blow on the face with the back of her hand.

‘That’s why,’ she said, mocking.

And she felt in her soul an unconquerable desire for deep