On her face was the same tired, anxious expression that marked her husband's countenance.
"I've barely kept our garden alive," she said, "but it won't be for much longer." "That's too bad, Mrs.Stevenson," Lee Bryant replied.

"However, one can't do anything without water.

Still, your sheep are doing well, I suppose; the grass is good on the mountains this summer." An answer was not immediately forthcoming from the rancher; he sat staring absently at the backs of his roughened hands, now and again rubbing one or the other, and enveloped in a gloom that Bryant could both see and feel.

Then all at once Stevenson began to talk, in a voice querulous and morose.
"We're going to quit here, sell the sheep, and go back East.

I was swindled when I bought this ranch, and I want to get away before I lose my last cent.