Lucinda resolved to go back often to that coloured
glen.
Probably he would take it practically, as he did
nearlyeverything: Gosh!
In the pale gloom thebrook made a black belt down
the white canyon. Logan elevated the rifle and appeared to freeze into a statue.
Logan rose at daybreak and rushed out to shout and shoot the deer out ofthe fields.
Logan rose at daybreak and rushed out to shout and shoot the deer out ofthe
fields.
On the fourth day Logan forced himself to get up.
This period of storm lasted less than a month. Hewas long at the task, but finally
got the calf hung up to a rafter.
Wrenching out the spade,he struck savagely at the
eyes of green fire. There was abundant feed on the southslopes, but the risk in the
open canyon was greater. Huetts estimate of the fertility of that canyon soil had
not beenwithout warrant.
In six weeks she was working with Logan in the
fields. Instead of feeling badly about moreloss, Logan was glad it was so small.
CHAPTER SIXSeptember came, with its fringe of golden rod and its clumps of
purpleasters.
Lucindawent to sleep and did not awaken until the
hungry baby proclaimed hiswants.
Arising wearily, she uncovered the red coals of her
fire and replenishedit with chips and cones.
Yet it had made her happy as cooking and washing
andmending never had.
The days and weeks and months rolled on in their
inscrutablecycle. Hehad sliced off one side of its head, taking an eye and an ear.
Well want hot water and some clean linen. Then presently she heard him swear as
neverbefore.
But doggone, I kind of hate to gothis trip. Hot and
panting, Lucinda went indoors to lay the sleepy baby in hisbasket. Then he turned
his attention to the cougar. Logan endured the most agonizing nightof his life. Only
in the most severeweather did the water freeze.
Then shemilked the two cows Logan had put in the
pen, after which she got hersupper. CHAPTER SIXSeptember came, with its fringe of
golden rod and its clumps of purpleasters. Lucinda smiled a welcome to the
kind-faced, eager women.
The skywould be azure blue, with cloud-ships of
white sailing across. Thepang recurred, to be prolonged into a paroxysm of agony.
The great tall pines, never silent, always mournful,began to whisper a different
language to her.
Lucinda stopped to gaze in surprise and what was
almostconsternation. The little wall-mirror toldLucinda that she was a handsomer
woman than she had been a girl.
But that patch was planted in the black
soil.
Her husband gave her one comprehending look and
rushed out.
Thepang recurred, to be prolonged into a paroxysm
of agony. Reckon I broke off the other with the spade.