"To hell with the East, and all it owns," was his mood, and in that mood he renounced all claim to Mary.
He sat with meditative head against the windowpane, listless as a caged and sullen eagle, but his soul was far ahead, swooping above the swells that cut into the murky sky.

His eyes studied every rod of soil as he retraced his way up that great wind-swept slope, noting every change in vegetation or settlement.

Five years before he had crept like a lizard; now he was rushing straight on like the homing eagle who sees his home crag gleam in the setting sun.
The cactus looked up at him with spiney face.

The first prairie dog sitting erect uttered a greeting to which he smiled.

The first mirage filled his heart with a rush of memories of wild rides, and the grease wood recalled a hundred odorous camp fires.