He lifted her and held water to her dry lips, and felt an inexplicable sense of lightness as he saw her swallow in a slow, choking gulp.

Gently he laid her back.
"Who--are--you ?" she whispered, haltingly.
"I'm the man who shot you," he replied.
"You'll--not--kill me--now ?" "No, no." "What--will--you--do--with me ?" "When you get better--strong enough--I'll take you back to the canyon where the rustlers ride through the waterfall." As with a faint shadow from a flitting wing overhead, the marble whiteness of her face seemed to change.
"Don't--take--me--back--there!".