There was one big one he made of Maggie that was as natural as life.

He was always drawin' of her in one way or another, and had a lot of little pictures that didn't amount to much, and that he didn't never finish.

But this big one he worked at off and on all summer.

It was sure fine, with her a standin' by the ranch spring, holdin' out a cup of water, and smilin' like she was offerin' you a drink." It was well that the night had fallen.

At Old Matt's words the stranger shrank back in his chair, his hand raised as if to ward off a deadly blow.