CHAPTER IV.
THE MEETING.
Colina groomed her own horse, whistling like a boy.

Saddling him, she rode east along the trail by the river, with the fenced grain fields on her right hand.
Beyond the fields she could gallop at will over the rolling, grassy bottoms, among the patches of scrub and willow.
It was not an impressively beautiful scene--the river was half a mile wide, broken by flat wooded islands overflowed at high water; the banks were low, and at this season muddy.

But the sky was as blue as Colina's eyes, and the prairie, quilted with wild flowers, basked in the delicate radiance that only the northern sun can bestow.
On a horse Colina could not be actively unhappy, nevertheless she was conscious of a certain dissatisfaction with life.

Not as a result of the discussion with her father--she felt she had come off rather well from that.
But it was warm, and she felt a touch of languor.

Fort Enterprise was a little dull in early summer.