What happened after the fight was not too clear to Billy. He had a vague recollection of finding himself on his back, looking up at the moon, while the faces of several riders moved indistinctly above him. Loud voices crept into his consciousness. He recognized Jase Thornhill’s, bitter and denouncing, and the stubborn, angry tones of Old Thad replying.
Then somebody was helping him on his horse and he felt the pain throughout his body when he moved. His head was an aching wound that threatened to split wide open with each jogging movement of the horse. The ride seemed to go on forever, and it wasn’t until the lights of the Circle 8 penetrated his foggy vision that he realized dimly that they had bypassed the camp. Somewhere the other riders had cut back to the camp, and he found himself r
