"MEDICINE" The sun was shining on the Star Circle Ranch.

Whitey sat in the doorway of the bunk house, and listened to the talk and laughter of two or three idle punchers inside.

Two days had passed since the tragedy.

Though the laughing cowboys had not forgotten it, it was already a thing of the past; "all in a day's work." For it was like that in the West, in those times--death one day, laughter the next.
Another being sat in the sunshine near the distant Bar O Ranch house; squat, bow-legged, his face wrinkled with anxiety and expectancy, he looked longingly off at the dusty road along which Whitey had gone, waiting and hoping for his friend's return.

Thus sat Sitting Bull, forgotten but not forgetting.
Injun approached Whitey, from the direction of the Star Circle Ranch house.