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"Reckon it's goin' to be a bad day," said the driver "These April days

high up on the desert are windy an' cold Mebbe it'll snow, too Thein' around the peaks ain't very promisin' Now, miss, haven't

you a heavier coat or somethin'?"

"No, I have not," replied Carley "I'll have to stand it Did you say

this was desert?"

"I shore did Wal, there's a hoss blanket under the seat, an' you can

have that," he replied, and, cli to the seat in front of Carley, he

took up the reins and started the horses off at a trot

At the first turning Carley beca of a bad day A gust of wind, raw and penetrating,

laden with dust and stinging sand, swept full in her face It cah to close her eyes It took

considerable clumsy effort on her part with a handkerchief, aided by

relieving tears, to clear her sight again Thus uncomfortably Carley

found herself launched on the last lap of her journey

All before her and alongside lay the squalid environs of the town

Looked back at, with the peaks rising behind, it was not unpicturesque

But the hard road with its sheets of flying dust, the bleak railroad

yards, the round pens she took for cattle corrals, and the sordid debris