“I think so.”
“I’m going to pull out at daylight,” he told her. “If I am gone before you get up, so long.”
“I’ll be up,” she said briefly and left him.
Charlie Shaw came jingling his spurs across the porch at sundown.
“Did Buck have anything to say to you while you were at camp?” Rock asked.
“Didn’t see hide nor hair of him,” Charlie replied. “He took one of the wagons, about half his crew, a bunch of saddle stock, and pulled his freight as soon as they all got back from that session here this mornin’. So the boys told me.”
“I thought the spring work was all over,” Rock commented.
“It is.”
“Nobody know where Buck headed for?”
Charlie shook his head.