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That had happened when he was ten years old. His life thereafter
had been hard, and but for his sturdy Texas training he might not have
survived. The last five years he had been a horse-hunter in the wild uplands
of Nevada and Utah.
Slone turned his attention to the pack of supplies. The Stewarts had divided
the flour and the parched corn equally, and unless he was greatly mistaken
they had left him most of the coffee and all of the salt.
"Now I hold that decent of Bill an' Abe," said Slone, regretfully. "But I
could have got along without it better 'n they could."
Then he swiftly set about kindling a fire and getting a meal. In the midst of
his task a sudden ruddy brightness fell around him. Lin Slone paused in his
work to look up.
The sun had risen over the eastern wall.
"Ah!" he said, and drew a deep breath.
The cold, steely, darkling sweep of desert had been transformed. It was now a
world of red earth and gold rocks and purple sage, with everywhere the endless
straggling green cedars. A breeze whipped in, making the fire roar softly.


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