Poor dad--four more years is--I can't think about it.

I'll go crazy if I do-- It was there that she stopped and slammed the book shut, and pushed it back out of sight in the desk.

She picked up her hat and gloves, and went out with blurred eyes, and began to climb the bluff above the little spring, where a faint, little-used trail led to the benchland above.

By following a rock ledge to where it was broken, and climbing through the crevice to where the trail marked faintly the way to the top, one could in a few minutes leave the Lazy A coulee out of sight below, and stand on a high level where the winds blew free from the mountains in the west to the mountains in the east.
Some day, it was predicted, the benchland would be cut into squares and farmed,--some day when the government brought to reality a long-talked-of irrigation project.

But in the meantime, the land lay unfenced and free.