He had no desire to hurry to meet events at White Slides Ranch, although he longed to see this girl that belonged to Belllounds.

Night settled down over the quiet foothills.

A pack of roving coyotes visited Wade, and sat in a half-circle in the shadows back of the camp-fire.

They howled and barked.

Nevertheless sleep visited Wade's tired eyelids the moment he lay down and closed them.
* * * * * Next morning, rather late, Wade rode down to White Slides Ranch.