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WYOMING.
The five made no attempt to pursue.

In fact, they did not leave the cabin, but stood there a while, looking down at the fallen, hideous with war paint, but now at the end of their last trail.

Their tomahawks lay upon the floor, and glittered when the light from the fire fell upon them.

Smoke, heavy with the odor of burned gunpowder, drifted about the room.
Henry threw open the two shuttered windows, and fresh currents of air poured into the room.