Down side streets, however, I saw a few people, a buckboard, and stray cattle.
When I reached the edge of town I turned aside a little and took a look at the ruins of Steele's adobe house.

The walls and debris had all been flattened, scattered about, and if anything of, value had escaped destruction it had disappeared.

Steele, however, had left very little that would have been of further use to him.

Turning again, I continued on my way up to the ranch.

It seemed that, though I was eager rather than backward, my mind seized avidly upon suggestion or attraction, as if to escape the burden of grim pondering.