My men have all gone with the cattle, an' I'll be there alone.

You can tell that damned son of yours that! Understand?
He's aimin' to get even for what I'm doin' tonight, he'll find me at my place--alone--waitin' for him! Now, get goin'." Mrs.Lawler did not answer.

She took up the reins and sent the horse forward, past the bunkhouses and the corral and the ranchhouse--through the valley and up the long rise that led to the great plains above.
It took her a long time to reach the plains, and when she looked back she saw some leaping tongues of flame issuing from the doors of the bunkhouse.

Two or three of the other buildings were on fire; and the windows of the ranchhouse were illuminated by a dull red glare.

But the woman made no sound that would have betrayed the emotions that tortured her.