The afternoon sun would soon be slipping down behind the mountains.

When and where dared she rest?
Not in the night, for that would be almost certain death, with wild beasts about.
A little group of greasewood offered a scanty shelter.

As if the beast understood her thoughts he stopped with a neigh, and looked around at her.
She scanned the surroundings.

There were cattle all about.

They had looked up curiously from their grazing as the horse flew by, but were now going quietly on about their business.