Snake's plumb safe, so yuh got no call to worry about him.

Take it easy, Raine, on the worrying.

That's about the worst thing you can do." Lorraine gave him a grateful glance and a faint attempt at a smile, and rode up the trail she always took,--the trail where she had met Lone that day when he returned her purse, the trail that led to Fred Thurman's ranch and to Sugar Spring and, if you took a certain turn at a certain place, to Granite Ridge and beyond.
Up on the ridge nearest the house Al Woodruff shifted his position so that he could watch her go.

He had been watching Lone and Swan and the dog, trailing certain tracks through the sagebrush down below, and when Lorraine rode away from the Quirt they were in the wagon road, fussing around the place where Frank had been found.
"They can't pin nothing on _me_," Al tried to comfort himself.

"If that damn girl would keep her mouth shut I could stand a trial, even.