Rodeo understands what she's saying, understands the philosophy there, but it ain't perfect practice and that's just a fact. Rodeo doesn't use fear to keep his men in line-- he doesn't want anyone in his camp to follow him because they're afraid of him. Like she says, fear isn't respect, and shit like that leads to bitter bad blood and betrayals. In his camp, love and loyalty is the driving force. But to say that fearing the world today is useless is pure foolishness in his opinion. It shouldn't rule you, but it shouldn't be absent. There's a balance. Walking into an unfamiliar camp with a reputation for violence is definitely tipping that balance.
"Not sayin' I don't see your point," Rodeo says, shrugging his shoulders, "but tell me somethin', sweetheart. That place where you come from, I know you ain't nobody there. You don't talk like a lady who ain't used to bein' heard. So tell me straight, you reckon the people there need you? You think they'd keep runnin' smooth and stayin' safe without you around?"