Duane felt weak and had no desire to move.

Where was he, anyway?
A strange, intangible sense of time, distance, of something far behind weighed upon him.

Sight of the two packs Euchre had made brought his thought to Jennie.

What had become of her?
There was evidence of her work in a smoldering fire and a little blackened coffee-pot.

Probably she was outside looking after the horses or getting water.