Florence Grace Hallman would have been sick with fury, had she seen that dogged line of fighters, and the ragged hem of charred black ashes against the yellow-brown, which showed how well those men whom she hated had fought.
So the fire was stopped well outside the fence which marked the boundary of the Happy Family's claims.

All west of there and far to the north the hills and the coulees lay black as far as one could see--which was to the rim of the hills which bordered Dry Lake valley on the east.

Here and there a claim-shack stood forlorn amid the blackness.

Here and there a heap of embers still smoked and sent forth an occasional spitting of sparks when a gust fanned the heap.

Men, women and children stood about blankly or wandered disconsolately here and there, coughing in the acrid clouds of warm grass cinders kicked up by their own lagging feet.
No one missed the Kid.