At first he didn't see Old Ma Cody. A grey light drooped onto a wooden table from a small window and a gleaming brass lamp shed a fetid yellow pallor over the rest of the room, but Clint saw only a plain hard wooden chair at one side of a fireplace which had been left to go out and remained untended, and something shapeless in front of it.
The chilled air made him shiver.
His eyes growing used to the dim light, the shapeless mass became a bed, a tangle of blankets and Old Ma Cody kneeling next to it.