So I eat my supper, and then I get the lantern and I go look.

You come with me, Lone.

I'll show you." Without a word Lone dismounted and followed Swan into a small shed beside the stable, where a worn stock saddle hung suspended from a crosspiece, a rawhide string looped over the horn.

Lone did not ask whose saddle it was, nor did Swan name the owner.

There was no need.
Swan took the saddle and swung it around so that the right side was toward them.