Her only brother had left his home to fight, and there was no telling if he would ever come back.

Evil forces were at work out there in the moonlight.
There had come a time for her to be thoughtful.
Her father's asking her to ride to the Bend country had caused some strange little shock of surprise.

Lenore had dreamed without thinking.
Here in the darkness and silence, watching the crescent moon slowly sink, she did think.

And it was to learn that she remembered singularly well the first time she had seen young Dorn, and still more vividly the second time, but the third time seemed both clear and vague.

Enough young men had been smitten with Lenore to enable her to gauge the symptoms of these easy-come, easy-go attractions.