And we'll ride into Sterling early to-morrow.

We'll be married!...

We'll be in time to catch the stage.
We'll tie Black Star and Night behind--and then--for a country not wild and terrible like this!" "Oh, Bern!...

But look! The sun is setting on the sage--the last time for us till we dare come again to the Utah border.

Ten years! Oh, Bern, look, so you will never forget!" Slumbering, fading purple fire burned over the undulating sage ridges.
Long streaks and bars and shafts and spears fringed the far western slope.