He had attended the funerals of men shot down in their own dooryards, he had witnessed the trials of the killers.

He had grown up with the settled conviction that other men's quarrels did not concern him so long as he was not directly involved, and that what did not concern him he had no right to discuss.

If he stood aside and let violence stalk by unhindered, he was merely doing what he had been taught to do from the time he could walk.

"Mind your own business and let other folks do the same," had been the family slogan in Lone's home.
There had been nothing in Lone's later life to convince him that minding his own business was not a very good habit.

It had grown to be second nature,--and it had made him a good man for the Sawtooth Cattle Company to have on its pay roll.
Just now Lone was stirred beyond his usual depth of emotion, and it was not altogether the sight of Fred Thurman's battered body that unnerved him.