It might be of no use to think about it, but the vivid memory of Fred Thurman was with him when he rode up the trail to the stable and the small corrals.

He had to think, whether he would or no.
At the corral he came unexpectedly in sight of the Swede, who grinned a guileless welcome and came toward him, so that Lone could not ride on unless he would advertise his dislike of the place.

John Doe, plainly glad to find an excuse to stop, slowed and came to where Swan waited by the gate.
"By golly, this is lonesome here," Swan complained, heaving a great sigh.

"That judge don't get busy pretty quick, I'm maybe jumping my job.
Lone, what you think?
You believe in ghosts ?" "Naw.

What's on your chest, Swan ?" Lone slipped sidewise in the saddle, resting his muscles.