I was hit sort of hard, but I watched 'em scutterin' towards Kinney's canon.

They'd been gone some time when Caldwell's outfit--an' Shorty--come up.

Caldwell's outfit lit out after 'em; but Caldwell's men had rode pretty hard gettin' to us, an' it wasn't no go.

Sigmund's men, though; an' Lester's an' the rest of 'em, had took a gorge trail that cuts into the big basin from the south, away the other side of Kinney's canon; an' they run plumb into the rustlers over at the edge of the basin on Sigmund's side.
"An' they brought back your cattle; though Slade an' twenty or thirty of his men got away, clean.

I reckon you've heard about enough, an'-- Well, Lawler, that's about all--exceptin' to tell you how the boys--an' I don't seem to want to go over that when I'm awake; I keep seein' it enough of nights." But something of the deep emotion Blackburn felt was reflected in Lawler's eyes from the time he heard the story.
During the many days he had spent in the little hotel room recovering from his wound--and in the long interval of convalescence that followed--a small army of workmen had been engaged in rebuilding the Circle L ranchhouse, the bunkhouses, and the other structures.