Her cheeks were pink and her lips full and red.

Damp little tendrils of hair clung adorably about her face and neck.

For another full minute Aldous paused in his labours, and he wondered if MacDonald was watching them from the clump of timber.

The bacon was sputtering when Joanne ran to it and rescued it from burning.
Dawn followed quickly after that first break of day in the east, but not until one could see a full rifle-shot away did MacDonald return to the camp.

Breakfast was waiting, and as soon as he had finished the old hunter went after the horses.