All unsuspecting she gave herself to the embrace of a strange pair of arms, and Vanamee arriving but a score of moments later, stumbled over her prostrate body, inert and unconscious, in the shadow of the overspiring trees.
Who was the Other?
Angele was carried to her home on the Seed ranch, delirious, all but raving, and Vanamee, with knife and revolver ready, ranged the country-side like a wolf.

He was not alone.

The whole county rose, raging, horror-struck.

Posse after posse was formed, sent out, and returned, without so much as a clue.

Upon no one could even the shadow of suspicion be thrown.