"I reckon he come here just to bother you," he said.
She told him about the diagram and he started, stepping quickly to where Taggart lay, searching in his pockets until he found the paper.
Then he went to the door.

Standing in it, he looked as he had looked that day when he had humiliated Neal Taggart in her presence.

The gentleness which she had seen in him some hours before--and which she had welcomed--had disappeared; his lips had become stiff and pale again, his eyes were narrowed and brilliant with the old destroying fire.

She grew rigid and drew a deep, quivering breath, for she saw that the pistol was still in his hand.
"What are you going to do ?" she asked.
"I reckon old Taggart will still be waitin' in the timber grove," he said with a short, grim laugh.

"They've bothered me enough.