Two of them were fit to ride and the others followed, limping along behind.
A half mile up the valley we came to a beaten trail, running straight across from bluff to bluff, and disappearing into the prairie beyond, heading directly toward the sunrise.

We stopped and looked back for the first time.

There on the side of the slope, under the shade of the big tree, stood the cabin.

Only for the wreck of the roof it spoke no message of the tragedy within.

The sun's rays gilded it, and the smoke from its chimney seemed a beckoning welcome.