To the fore stretched broad pastures where numberless cattle and horses grazed.

At sunset the scene was one of rich color.

Prosperity and abundance and peace seemed attendant upon that ranch; lusty voices of burros braying and cows bawling seemed welcoming Jean.

A hound bayed.

The first cool touch of wind fanned Jean's cheek and brought a fragrance of wood smoke and frying ham.
Horses in the Pasture romped to the fence and whistled at these newcomers.