Stareyes drew nearer and stood in the shadow of Ranch Robin.
The beautiful porch no longer had its network of vines, and burned wood lay everywhere.
She stepped upon the porch and leaned toward the door of the main dwelling.
A strange silence rested beyond it.
The avenger listened and heard at last the opening and shutting of a door.
A light gleamed for a moment in the house and Stareyes drew back.
Belle Demona stood before her.
The striking figure of the mistress of the ranch stood before her deadly foe.
The Australian breathed hard.
Her bosom rose and fell like the waves of the sea and she could hardly keep her eager hands off the creature before her.