"Not—they didn't kill him!"
Waring nodded.
"But, Jim—"
"In the Red Arroyo on the desert road. I found him. I came to tell you."
"And you are going—"
"Yes. I was afraid this would happen. Pat made a mistake."
"But, Jim! The law—the sheriff—you don't have to go."
"No," he said slowly.
"Then why do you go? I thought you would never do that again. I—I—prayed for you, Jim. I prayed for you and Lorry. I asked God to send you back to me with your two hands clean. I told Him you would never kill again. Oh, Jim, I wanted you—here! Don't!" she sobbed.
He put his arm round her shoulders. Stooping, he kissed her.