Fred was dragged that night, and if she heard about a man being killed during that same storm, she might have said something about it.

She might have wondered if that was what she saw.

I don't know.

She's pretty sensible--when she ain't crazy." Warfield turned his horse, as if by accident, so that he was brought face to face with Lone.

His eyes searched Lone's face pitilessly.
"Lone, you know how ugly a story can grow if it's left alone.