Your father is a good man.

That is why a doctor comes." Lorraine looked at him strangely and stooped again to her burden.

She did not speak again until they were passing the Thurman fence where it ran up into the mouth of the canyon.

A few horses were grazing there, the sun striking their sides with the sheen of satin.

They stared curiously at the little procession, snorted and started to run, heads and tails held high.