Well-stocked for the evening dinner and dance.”

"Mistress? Where is your mother?" Liang Yao asked in surprise.

Zoe smiled bitterly: "My mother died in a conflict with the Indians not long after I was born. I haven't seen my mother since I can remember."

Liang Yao remembered that Zoe had a very harmonious relationship with Houston's wife and daughter.

She was the only one among the white ladies and wives who was willing to get close to Mrs. Houston and her daughter, and her heart was full of doubts.

"Then you don't hate Indians?"

Zoe's expression became complicated, and after a long time she said: "I can't explain clearly, maybe I don't hate it, the Indians killed my mother.

Let’s talk about hate, the white people in Texas, whether they are Americans, French, Spanish, Mexicans or white people of other ethnic groups, killed many more Indians than the Indians killed white people.

Maybe Uncle Houston is right, we should learn to let go of hatred and killing, but in Texas, after all, there are very few white people like Uncle Houston who are friendly to the Indians.

As you know, Uncle Houston is not popular in Texas right now, and his views are always criticized verbally and in writing."
Chapter completed!