The killers had been killed by the same hand that laid her deep, in her faded, patchwork quilt.

There seemed nothing further to be done.
But Valencia, when he had ridden a thoughtful half-mile, did think of something.
"Me, I shall give ten pesos of the gold I won yesterday upon the duelo," he said, glancing back at the grim little cabin, "that mass may be said for the repose of the Senora Seem'son's soul.

For thus will sleep come easier to me, Senors.

And you ?" "I think, Valencia, if I were going to say any prayers, they'd be said for Jerry," Dade told him.

"He needs 'em worse than she does." "Oh, come on, Dade; let's be getting out of this valley!" Jack urged irritably.