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To-day it
was a pleasant wind, not hot, nor laden with dust, and somehow musical in the
cedars. The blue smoke from Slone's fire curled away and floated out of sight.
It was lonely, with the haunting presence of the broken walls ever manifest.
But the loneliness seemed full of content. She no longer wondered at Slone's
desert life. That might be well for a young man, during those years when
adventure and daring called him, but she doubted that it would be well for all
of a man's life. And only a little of it ought to be known by a woman. She saw
how the wildness and loneliness and brooding of such a life would prevent a
woman's development. Yet she loved it all and wanted to live near it, so that
when the need pressed her she could ride out into the great open stretches and
see the dark monuments grow nearer and nearer, till she was under them, in the
silent and colored shadows.
Slone returned presently with Wildfire. The stallion shone like a flame in the
sunlight. His fear and hatred of Slone showed in the way he obeyed.


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