19/33 They're bad medicine." He mounted John Doe and rode away, his eyes downcast, his quirt slapping absently the weeds along the trail. It was not his business, and yet---- Lone shook himself together and put John Doe into a lope. He had warned Swan, and he could do no more. She would have passed him with no sign of recognition, but Lone lifted his hat and stopped. Lorraine looked at him, rode on a few steps and turned. |