"As he passed the tool wagon Wilbur had brought out that morning from Fort Deveraux he snatched up a pick. "Caleb!" Lily cried, terrified that he meant to destroy her cabin. But he went around the cabin to the land behind it and plunged the pick into the ground with a mighty swing. "Right here!" he bellowed, no longer caring, evidently, that some of his troops were there to witness his fit of temper. "I'm building my house right here!" Lily stared. "But you can't, Caleb. Someone else has claim to that land." "The hell I can't," he barked back. "I filed before I ever had the misfortune to meet you!" Lily's eyes went wide. "You've claimed the land adjoining mine?" Caleb grinned, but his gaze fairly crackled with fury. "I have indeed." "Well, I don't want your house so close by," Lily fussed, folding her arms again and stomping over to look up into his face. Caleb pointed to the ground. "Get off my land," he ordered. "Everybody else around here might jump when you give an order, Caleb Halliday," Lily told him, "but I'm not afraid of you." "You'd better be," Caleb drawled, advancing on her so that she was forced to retreat. Lily"