The wonder was that Jean Isbel should bring it to her and that she could be perturbed by its presence.

"He meant it for his sister and so he thought well of me," she said, in finality.
Morning brought Ellen further vacillation.

At length she rolled the obnoxious package inside her blankets, saying that she would wait until she got home and then consign it cheerfully to the flames.

Antonio tied her pack on a burro.

She did not have a horse, and therefore had to walk the several miles, to her father's ranch.
She set off at a brisk pace, leading the burro and carrying her rifle.
And soon she was deep in the fragrant forest.