She walked for another half hour and saw only the gray sage stretching all around her.

The hills looked farther away than when she started.

Still, that beaten road must lead somewhere.

Two hours later she began to wonder why this particular road should be so unending and so empty.
Never in her life before had she walked for two hours without seeming to get anywhere, or without seeing any living human.
Both shoulders were sore from the weight of the bag on the stick, but the sagebushes looked so exactly alike that she feared she could not describe the particular spot where the cowboys would find her bag, wherefore she carried it still.

She was beginning to change hands very often when the wind came.
Just where or how that wind sprang up she did not know.