HAUNTING MEMORIES It was many days before Lawler was strong enough to ride Red King to the Circle L; and many more days joined the regiments that have marched into the ages, before he forgot what he saw in Blackburn's eyes when one day, soon after his return to the Circle L, he listened to the range boss relate the story of the fight on the plains.

Blackburn's cynical eyes had changed expression.

They had become tragic, strained, as though the man was striving to blot out mental pictures that were detailed there--pictures that memory persisted in drawing.
He rode with Lawler to the scene of the fight, and showed him where the Circle L outfit had brought the rustlers to bay.
"After Shorty left," said Blackburn; "me insistin' on him goin', an' him blackguardin' me for sendin' him, there was a little time when nothin' happened.

Then the day broke, an' everything seemed to happen at once.
"They rushed us, Lawler.

There was more of 'em than there was of us, an' they circled around us, howlin' an' shootin' like Indians.