The rooster was wallowing luxuriously in a dusty spot in the corral.

The young colt lay stretched out on the fat of its side in the sun, sound asleep.

The sorrel mare lay beside it, asleep also, with her head thrown up against her shoulder.

Somewhere in a shed a calf was bawling in bored lonesomeness away from its mother feeding down the pasture.

And over all the coulee and the buildings nestled against the bluff at its upper end was spread that atmosphere of homey comfort and sheltered calm which surrounds always a home that is happy.
Lite Avery, riding toward home just when the shadows were beginning to grow long behind him, wondered if Jean would be back by the time he reached the ranch.