If anything had been heard at White Slides it certainly had not been told her.

Jack Belllounds had ridden to Kremmling and back in one day, but Columbine would have endured much before asking him for information.
She did, however, inquire of the freighter who hauled Belllounds's supplies, and the answer she got was awkwardly evasive.

That nettled Columbine.

Also it raised a suspicion which she strove to subdue.
Finally it seemed apparent that Wilson Moore's name was not to be mentioned to her.
First, in her growing resentment, she had an impulse to go to her new friend, the hunter Wade, and confide in him not only her longing to learn about Wilson, but also other matters that were growing daily more burdensome.

How strange for her to feel that in some way Jack Belllounds had come between her and the old man she loved and called father! Columbine had not divined that until lately.