'Mona did as she was told. Inside the cave were blankets, a saddle, the remains of an old camp-fire, and a piece of jerked venison hanging from a peg driven between two rocks. There were, too, a rifle leaning against the big boulder and a canvas bag containing ammunition.
The rifle was a '73. She busied herself loading it. Just as she finished there came to her the crack of Dinsmore's repeater.
The outlaw gave a little whoop of exultation.
"Tally one."