So, as quickly as it had come the avenging force moved back into a group and thundered away. Cecil Bates had got to his car during the melee and rammed it in panic through the crowd and off into the desert. The mob itself had melted like tallow in a blast furnace.
And now there was nothing—no one from the rising moon to see except the still body of Joe hanging from the tree beside Indian Head Rock....
Biddy Parker kicked a heel into Buck's flank and said, "Davey—the light's gone out now. I wonder what it was. It wasn't the moon."
"No, the moon's coming up over there. Probably somebody parking in a car and then they drove on."
"But we didn't see the lights move away."
"No. Well, you say we go right by there. Maybe we can find out."
"It's not very far. We'll be there soon."
The moon came up in desert splendor and the landscape brightened. The rocks threw shadows and for all purposes it was the light of day.
Shadows of rocks. And another shadow as Biddy and Davey approached the place. The shadow of—Biddy reached over and touched Davey's arm. "Look—Davey! Do you see—?"