Inside the Cody homestead, there'd been no movement for hours. Old Ma Cody had withdrawn to the chair by the fireside and wrapped a blanket around herself. The pain of her old bones gave her no rest so she'd moved to the chair, still close enough to reach and touch Anna. Close enough, too, to touch Clint, and as she'd settled her blanket around her, she'd reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm glad you came," she'd said, and Clint had nodded.
They were the last words spoken before silence and worry suffocated their hearts like smoke.