Then she saw Dale standing in the open space between the pines and the spruces.

He waved to her.

And she returned the salute.
Roy caught up with her then and halted his horse.

He waved his sombrero to Dale and let out a piercing yell that awoke the sleeping echoes, splitting strangely from cliff to cliff.
"Shore Milt never knowed what it was to be lonesome," said Roy, as if thinking aloud.

"But he'll know now." Ranger stepped out of his own accord and, turning off the ledge, entered the spruce forest.