She had passed that point now.

She merely wanted him.

That was all--she just wanted him.

And when at last she saw him coming; heard his voice, she hugged Bob closer to her, and with her face against his sobbed silently.
A few minutes after he left the ranchhouse Calumet was in the clearing in the timber grove, standing over the body of a man who lay face upward beside a freshly-dug hole at the edge of a mesquite clump.

He was still standing there when a few minutes later Toban came clattering up on his horse.