"But you're back and alive.

It looks like we're wrecked and everything lost, and we come nigh about getting all burned up, but you're back alive to your ma! Now, now!" That night Molly turned on a sodden pallet which she had made down beside her mother in the great wagon.

But she slept ill.

Over and over to her lips rose the same question: "Oh, Will Banion, Will Banion, why did you take away my heart ?".