She wanted to take her dad's chaps out of her trunk where she had packed them just for the comfort of having them with her, and she wanted to look and see if the letter was there still.

There was no particular reason for believing that this was of any particular importance, or had any bearing whatever upon the crime.

But the idea was there, and it nagged at her.
Her watch said that it was twenty-five minutes after two o'clock.

The train, Lite had told her, would leave for Tucson at seven-forty-five in the morning.

She told herself that, since it was too far to walk, and since she could not start any sooner by staying up and freezing, she might just as well get back into bed and try to sleep.
But she could not sleep.