Dorn told me, and I rode down to see for myself." "Lassiter--did you know ?" asked Jane, whirling to him.
"I reckon so....

But what was the use to tell you ?" It was Lassiter turning away his face and Blake studying the stone flags at his feet that brought Jane to the understanding of what she betrayed.
She strove desperately, but she could not rise immediately from such a blow.
"My horses! My horses! What's become of them ?" "Dorn said the riders report another drive by Oldring....

And I trailed the horses miles down the slope toward Deception Pass." "My red herd's gone! My horses gone! The white herd will go next.

I can stand that.

But if I lost Black Star and Night, it would be like parting with my own flesh and blood.