I ain't got around to fixing mine up this spring.

I've got to drive back after a while and take these things back to Wid." Her situation grew more tense.

They were coming now to the end of the journey--to her home--to his home.

She did not speak.

To her ears the sound of the horses' feet seemed less, as though they were passing on a road not so much used.
"This is a sort of alley, like, down along between the willers and the rail fence," explained Sim Gage.