Her eyes have always haunted me.

She had one real friend--Jane Withersteen.

But Jane couldn't mend a broken heart, and Milly died." For moments Lassiter did not speak, or turn his head.
"The man!" he exclaimed, presently, in husky accents.
"I haven't the slightest idea who the Mormon was," replied Venters; "nor has any Gentile in Cottonwoods." "Does Jane Withersteen know ?" "Yes.

But a red-hot running-iron couldn't burn that name out of her!" Without further speech Lassiter started off, walking his horse and Venters followed with his dogs.

Half a mile down the slope they entered a luxuriant growth of willows, and soon came into an open space carpeted with grass like deep green velvet.