And the sight awoke something strange in her.

The sun was burning hot, as she could tell when she put a hand outside the window, and a strong wind blew sheets of dry dust at the train.

She gathered at once what tremendous factors in the Southwest were the sun and the dust and the wind.

And her realization made her love them.

It was there; the open, the wild, the beautiful, the lonely land; and she felt the poignant call of blood in her--to seek, to strive, to find, to live.