There was just a touch of defiance in Nevada’s voice.
“When I saw the tears on your face yesterday,” he said gently, “when I saw you asleep with those children in your arms, I knew, however much you may deny it, that you are a woman!”
“It seems wrong somehow,” Nevada murmured, “that it should take an earthquake to prove your point.”
“If it had not been an earthquake, it would have been something else. The gold was there, but I had to dig rather deep for it.”
Nevada rose to her feet to walk as he had done across the room to the open window.
“And now you are – sending me back,” she said, “to what sort of life and what sort of existence?”
“The life you knew before,” he answered, “but I think you will look at it with new eyes and the impact people will make on you will be different.”
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