Carley rode all that afternoon in the rear of the caravan, gradually

succumbing to the cold raw wind and the aches and pains to which she had

subjected her flesh. Nevertheless, she finished the day's journey, and,

sorely as she needed Glenn's kindly hand, she got off her horse without

aid.

Camp was made at the edge of the devastated timber zone that Carley

had found so dispiriting. A few melancholy pines were standing, and

everywhere, as far as she could see southward, were blackened fallen

trees and stumps. It was a dreary scene. The few cattle grazing on

the bleached grass appeared as melancholy as the pines. The sun shone

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fitfully at sunset, and then sank, leaving the land to twilight and

shadows.

Once in a comfortable seat beside the camp fire, Carley had no further

desire to move. She was so far exhausted and weary that she could no

longer appreciate the blessing of rest. Appetite, too, failed her this

meal time. Darkness soon settled down. The wind moaned through the

pines. She was indeed glad to crawl into bed, and not even the thought

of skunks could keep her awake.

Morning disclosed the fact that gray clouds had been blown away. The

sun shone bright upon a white-frosted land. The air was still. Carley

labored at her task of rising, and brushing her hair, and pulling on

her boots; and it appeared her former sufferings were as naught compared

with the pangs of this morning. How she hated the cold, the bleak,

denuded forest land, the emptiness, the roughness, the crudeness! If

this sort of feeling grew any worse she thought she would hate Glenn.

Yet she was nonetheless set upon going on, and seeing the sheep-dip, and

riding that fiendish mustang until the trip was ended.

Getting in the saddle and on the way this morning was an ordeal that

made Carley actually sick. Glenn and Flo both saw how it was with

her, and they left her to herself. Carley was grateful for this

understanding. It seemed to proclaim their respect. She found further

matter for satisfaction in the astonishing circumstance that after

the first dreadful quarter of an hour in the saddle she began to feel

easier. And at the end of several hours of riding she was not suffering

any particular pain, though she was weaker.

At length the cut-over land ended in a forest of straggling pines,

through which the road wound southward, and eventually down into a wide

shallow canyon. Through the trees Carley saw a stream of water, open

fields of green, log fences and cabins, and blue smoke. She heard the

chug of a gasoline engine and the baa-baa of sheep. Glenn waited for

her to catch up with him, and he said: "Carley, this is one of Hutter's

sheep camps. It's not a--a very pleasant place. You won't care to see

the sheep-dip. So I'm suggesting you wait here--"




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