Arthur led them away from the ranch and to the tree line some distance away, the horses calmed once they were and began to set up camp. Pitching the tent-no longer shy about sharing one-he shook his head, "Not much. Shot to hell for some reason inside, never had time to look into it much more though. Owners and workers at the ranch ain't the sharin' type. Once saw a girl in the window of the house further down, inquired to someone about her and they just said to move on."

Tent and fire going, he saw to Buell, brushing him down, feeding him, then tying him to a tree with the mare.