The fragrant smell of it reminded Duane of his home and cutting wood for the stove.
He noted a cloud of creamy mist rising above the river, dissolving in the sunlight.
Then he entered Bland's lane.
While yet some distance from the cabin he heard loud, angry voices of man and woman.

Bland and Kate still quarreling! He took a quick survey of the surroundings.

There was now not even a Mexican in sight.

Then he hurried a little.

Halfway down the lane he turned his head to peer through the cottonwoods.