Then she pulled off the trail, circled, and went back and watched the canyon. She watched it for an hour, waiting to see if anybody would follow her, but nobody did. Afterward, she crossed the canyon, climbed into the timber again, and headed down toward the place Anna had described. It was dark when she saw the campfire, and only seconds after she saw it Tip challenged her from the dark. “Who is it?” “Lynn, Tip.” “Oh.” Tip rode up to her and put his horse beside hers. “How’s Buck?” “Doin’ fine,” Tip said lifelessly. Lynn, on a sudden impulse, said, “Oh, Tip, I know how you feel. Anna told me about it.” “I don’t feel a tenth as bad as you do,” Tip growled. “I’m just—well, lost is the word for it.” “I know.” “Sure you do,” Tip said, and added vehemently, “It isn’t the money, Lynn. Hell, I’d pay ten thousand if I had it to help you with this!” “Don’t talk about it,” Lynn said. “Don’t let Buck know how I feel.” They entered the circle of firelight and dismounted.
