But on the train, in the station at La Junta, one glimpse of him, manifestly spying upon her while trying to keep out of her sight, warned Helen that she now might have a problem on her hands.
The recognition sobered her.

All was not to be a road of roses to this new home in the West.

Riggs would follow her, if he could not accompany her, and to gain his own ends he would stoop to anything.

Helen felt the startling realization of being cast upon her own resources, and then a numbing discouragement and loneliness and helplessness.

But these feelings did not long persist in the quick pride and flash of her temper.