I've got some riding to do." "I'll wash the dishes, and then I maybe will think quicker than that coyote.

I'm after him, by golly, till I get him." Lone muttered something and went out.

Within five minutes Swan, hearing hoofbeats, looked out through a crack in the door and saw Lone riding at a gallop along the trail to Rock City.

"Good bait.

He swallows the hook," he commented to himself, and his good-natured grin was not brightening his face while he washed the dishes and tidied the cabin.
With Lone rode bitterness of soul and a sick fear that had nothing to do with his own destiny.