I never heard from you; not even a rumor of your whereabouts came to me across the plains.

I supposed you had returned East; had passed out of my life forever.

Then that night when we rode into Dodge I saw you again--saw you in the yellow lamp-light watching us pass, heard you ask what troops those were, and I knew instantly all my fighting out there in the desert had been vain--that you were forever the one, one woman." "I remained for that," she confessed softly, her lashes wet.
"At Dodge ?" "Yes, at Dodge.

I knew you would come, must come.

Some intuition seemed to tell me that we should meet again.