The days passed somehow. She busied herself with the affairs of
the ranch, rode out often to the scenes of the cattle drives and
watched the round-up, and every twenty-four hours brought her one
day nearer to his return, she told herself. Nora, too, was on the
lookout under her longlashed, roguish eyelids; and the two young
women discussed the subject of their lovers' return in that
elusive, elliptical way common to their sex.
No doubt each of these young women had conjectured as to the
manner of that homecoming and the meeting that would accompany
it; but it is safe to say that neither of them guessed in her
day-dreams how it actually was to occur.
Nora had been eager to see something of the round-up, and as she
was no horsewoman her mistress took her out one day in her motor.
The drive had been that day on Bronco Mesa, and had finished in
the natural corral made by Bear Canon, fenced with a cordon of
riders at the end opening to the plains below. After watching for
two hours the busy scenes of cutting out, roping and branding,
Helen wheeled her car and started down the canyon on their
return.
Now, a herd of wild cattle is uncertain as an April day's
behavior.
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