But despite these sounds and worry about Steele, and the never-absent haunting thought of Sally, I went to sleep.
A little rain had fallen during the night, as I discovered upon waking; still it was not enough to cause me any discomfort.

The morning was bright and beautiful, yet somehow I hated it.

I had work to do that did not go well with that golden wave of grass and brush on the windy open.
I climbed to the highest rock of that ridge and looked about.

It was a wild spot, some three miles from town.

Presently I recognized landmarks given to me by Steele and knew I was near his place.