The sky turned rose over the distant range and daylight came.
The children awoke hungry and noisy, having slept away their fears.

The women took advantage of the quiet morning hour to get a hot breakfast.
"Maybe they've gone away," suggested Guy Isbel's wife, peering out of the window.

She had done that several times since daybreak.

Jean saw her somber gaze search the pasture until it rested upon the dark, prone shape of her dead husband, lying face down in the grass.

Her look worried Jean.
"No, Esther, they've not gone yet," replied Jean.