The women were already preparing breakfast and Reynolds sat by the fire pulling on his boots.
As they were walking out to the barn Reynolds plucked him by the sleeve and said: "I reckon I've lost my chance to kill Craig." "Why ?" "A Mexican took the job off my hands." His face expressed a sort of gloomy dissatisfaction.

Then without looking at Mose he went on: "That's one reason daughter looks so pert.

She's free of that skunk's clutches now--and can hold up her head.

She's free to marry a decent man." Mose was silent.

Mary's letter had thrust itself between his lips and Cora's shapely head, and all thought of marriage with her was gone.
As they galloped up to the camp the boys were at work finishing the last bunch of calves.