"And no one will trouble me.

Don't you know what they say about the spirit of a man--" she stopped; she had almost said "a man who has been murdered"-- "coming back to his home the first night after he is buried ?" It was her last frantic effort.
The man before her trembled, and looked around nervously.
"You better come away to-night with me," he said, edging away from the door.
"See, the sun is going down! You must go now," she said imperiously; and reluctantly the man mounted his restless horse, and rode away down the mountain.
She watched him silhouetted against the blood-red globe of the sun as it sank lower and lower.

She could see every outline of his slouch-hat and muscular shoulders as he turned now and then and saw her standing still alone at her cabin door.

Why he was going he could not tell; but he went, and he frowned as he rode away, with the wicked gleam still in his eye; for he meant to return.
At last he disappeared; and the girl, turning, looked up, and there rode the white ghost of the moon overhead.

She was alone..