On to the "Amen" she finished then, and with one last look at the lonely graves she turned to the horse.

Now they might go, for the duty was done, and there was no time to be lost.
Somewhere over toward the east across that untravelled wilderness of white light was the trail that started to the great world from the little cabin she had left.

She dared not go back to the cabin to take it, lest she find herself already followed.

She did not know the way across this lonely plain, and neither did the horse.

In fact, there was no way, for it was all one arid plain so situated that human traveller seldom came near it, so large and so barren that one might wander for hours and gain no goal, so dry that nothing would grow.
With another glance back on the way she had come, the girl mounted the horse and urged him down into the valley.