Bitterroot Valley I know the story, Dad.

It wasn't that Ken didn't notice the tone of her words- he simply refused to play into her game. It was not worth getting offended by her petty manners. Let her act the way she would- soon enough they would be departing. He took the slight touch to his shoulder silently, but did not return any display of affection. 

Uhm, so you haven’t found anyone either?

He frowned slightly and shook his head. Nah, none of ouw family, at least. He couldn't help the words that followed as they tumbled out of his mouth, even though Friede likely already knew his games. I did see sometin' interestin', though. A black dee'. He spoke with utter seriousness. Though his family certainly didn't know it, Ken was not nearly as religious as them, and rather he just played along as he felt he was expected to. Perhaps that was why he found it so easy to lie about serious matters to them, like this.