Had she unconsciously hoped for some incredible reversion of Glenn's mind or of her own?
A sense of irreparable loss flooded over her--the first check to shame and humiliation.
From her window she looked out to the southwest.

Somewhere across the cedar and pine-greened uplands lay Oak Creek Canyon, going to sleep in its purple and gold shadows of sunset.

Banks of broken clouds hung to the horizon, like continents and islands and reefs set in a turquoise sea.

Shafts of sunlight streaked down through creamy-edged and purple-centered clouds.

Vast flare of gold dominated the sunset background.
When the train rounded a curve Carley's strained vision became filled with the upheaved bulk of the San Francisco Mountains.