Barney Owen did not go.

He sat on one of the top rails of the corral fence, alternately watching the men of the outfit as they faded into the vast space toward Lazette, and Mary Bransford and Sanderson, as they stood on the porch, close together, likewise watching the men.
"I'd say--if anyone was to ask me--that there is a brother who seems to have been forgotten," said Owen with a curious smile..