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this；〃 quoth Senor Johnson to himself；〃and I'll make her keep her eyes on
the ground till we get right up by Running Bear Knob； and then I'll let her
look up all to once。 And she'll surely enjoy this life。 I bet she never
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saw a steer roped in her life。 She can ride with me every day out over the
range and I'll show her the busting and the branding and that band of
antelope over by the Tall Windmill。 I'll teach her to shoot； too。 And we
can make little pack trips off in the hills when she gets too hotup there
by Deerskin Meadows 'mongst the high peaks。〃 He mused；
turning over in his mind a new picture of his own life； aims； and pursuits
as modified by the sympathetic and understanding companionship of a
woman。 He pictured himself as he must seem to her in his different
pursuits。 The picturesqueness pleased him。 The simple； direct vanity of
the manthe wholesome vanity of a straightforward natureawakened to
preen its feathers before the idea of the mate。 The
shadows fell。 Over the Chiricahuas flared the evening star。 The plain；
self…luminous with the weird lucence of the arid lands； showed ghostly。
Jed Parker； coming out from the lamp…lit adobe； leaned his elbows on the
rail in silent company with his chief。 He； too； looked abroad。 His
mind's eye saw what his body's eye had always told him were the insistent
notesthe alkali； the cactus； the sage； the mesquite； the lava； the choking
dust； the blinding beat； the burning thirst。 He sighed in the dim half
recollection of past days。 〃I wonder if she'll like the
country？〃 he hazarded。 But Senor Johnson turned on him his steady
eyes； filled with the great glory of the desert。 〃Like the country！〃 he
marvelled slowly。 〃Of course！ Why shouldn't she？〃
CHAPTER FIVE THE ARRIVAL
The Overland drew into Willets； coated from engine to observation
with white dust。 A porter； in strange contrast of neatness； flung open
the vestibule； dropped his little carpeted step； and turned to assist someone。
A few idle passengers gazed out on the uninteresting； flat frontier town。
Senor Johnson caught his breath in amazement。 〃God！ Ain't she just
like her picture！〃 he exclaimed。 He seemed to find this astonishing。
For a moment he did not step forward to claim her； so she stood looking
about her uncertainly； her leather suit…case at her feet。 She was
indeed like the photograph。 The same full…curved； compact little figure；
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the same round face； the same cupid's bow mouth； the same appealing；
large eyes； the same haze of doll's hair。 In a moment she caught sight of
Senor Johnson and took two steps toward him； then stopped。 The Senor
at once came forward。
〃You're Mr。 Johnson； ain't you？〃 she inquired； thrusting her little
pointed chin forward； and so elevating her baby…blue eyes to his。
〃Yes； ma'am；〃 he acknowledged formally。 Then； after a moment's pause：
〃I hope you're well。〃 〃Yes； thank you。〃 The station loungers；
augmented by all the ranchmen and cowboys in town； were examining her
closely。 She looked at them in a swift side glance that seemed to gather
all their eyes to hers。 Then； satisfied that she possessed the universal
admiration； she returned the full force of her attention to the man before
her。 〃Now you give me your trunk checks；〃 he was saying； 〃and then
we'll go right over and get married。〃 〃Oh！〃 she gasped。 〃That's
right； ain't it？〃 he demanded。 〃Yes； I suppose so；〃 she agreed faintly。
A little subdued； she followed him to the clergyman's house； where； in
the presence of Goodrich； the storekeeper； and the preacher's wife； the two
were united。 Then they mounted the buckboard and drove from town。
Senor Johnson said nothing； because he knew of nothing to say。 He
drove skilfully and fast through the gathering dusk。 It was a hundred
miles to the home ranch； and that hundred miles； by means of five relays
of horses already arranged for； they would cover by morning。 Thus they
would avoid the dust and heat and high winds of the day。 The sweet
night fell。 The little desert winds laid soft fingers on their checks。
Overhead burned the stars； clear； unflickering； like candles。 Dimly could
be seen the horses； their flanks swinging steadily in the square trot。
Ghostly bushes passed them； ghostly rock elevations。 Far； in
indeterminate distance； lay the outlines of the mountains。 Always； they
seemed to recede。 The plain； all but invisible； the wagon trail quite so；
the depths of spacethese flung heavy on the soul their weight of
mysticism。 The woman； until now bolt upright in the buckboard seat；
shrank nearer to the man。 He felt against his sleeve the delicate contact
of her garment and thrilled to the touch。 A coyote barked sharply from a
neighbouring eminence； then trailed off into the long…drawn； shrill howl of
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his species。 〃What was that？〃 she asked quickly； in a subdued
voice。 〃A coyoteone of them little wolves；〃 he explained。
The horses' hoofs rang clear on a hardened bit of the alkali crust； then
dully as they encountered again the dust of the plain。 Vast； vague；
mysterious in the silence of night； filled with strange influences breathing
through space like damp winds； the desert took them to the heart of her
great spaces。 〃Buck；〃 she whispered； a little tremblingly。 It was the
first time she had spoken his name。 〃What is it？〃 he asked； a new
note in his voice。 But for a time she di