Three thousand! I reckon that'll set the damn fool back some!" The two men had only five miles to ride when the storm struck, and Singleton was experienced.

And yet when they rode into the Two Diamond stable and dismounted, both men were breathless and tired; their legs and arms stiff with cold and their faces raw and blue from the bitter wind that had swirled around them.
"Another five miles of that an' we wouldn't be as active as we are now!" said Singleton, grimly.

"She's got a worse bite than any wind I ever seen!" Warden's hands were so cold he could not remove the saddle from his horse.

A Two Diamond man performed that service for him, and for Singleton.

While Warden and Singleton were stamping their feet in an effort to restore circulation, the Two Diamond man called to them from the far end of the stable: "You run into Miss Della ?" Warden wheeled toward the man.