Wrangle never beat him!" "I'm wondering if I didn't dream that.

Bess, the blacks are grand.

What it must have cost Jane--ah!--well, when we get out of this wild country with Star and Night, back to my old home in Illinois, we'll buy a beautiful farm with meadows and springs and cool shade.

There we'll turn the horses free--free to roam and browse and drink--never to feel a spur again--never to be ridden!" "I would like that," said Bess.
They rested.

Then, mounting, they rode side by side up the white trail.
The sun rose higher behind them.