For a long moment there was silence.
“It would seem to me,” said Bossick slowly, “that there has been a deal of justice done here this day—a very great deal of justice. It’s destiny.”
Nance Allison looked up at him with a light in her blue eyes.
“It’s the hand of God, Mr. Bossick,” she said gravely, “no less.”
The rancher nodded.
“Maybe,” he said, as Jermyn and several others who had accompanied him, came back across the basin with Sud Provine among them.
One look at the man was sufficient.
“I guess he’s had all that was coming to him for the present,” said Bossick grimly. “Take him along to the house. We’ll go gather in the rest.”
And so, in the full day, with the risen sun touching all the tapestried slopes of Mystery with gold, Cattle Kate Cathrew went back to her stronghold under the tinted cliff—went in state with a retinue behind her.
She had died as she had lived, spectacularly, and her turbulent soul should have been satisfied.