Westward, only a matter of twenty or thirty miles, lay the deep rent in the
level desert--Oak Creek Canyon. If Glenn had been there this night would
have been perfect, yet almost unendurable. She was again grateful for his
absence. What a surprise she had in store for him! And she imagined his
face in its change of expression when she met him. If only he never learned
of her presence in Arizona until she made it known in person! That she most
longed for. Chances were against it, but then her luck had changed. She
looked to the eastward where a pale luminosity of afterglow shone in the
heavens. Far distant seemed the home of her childhood, the friends she had
scorned and forsaken, the city of complaining and striving millions. If
only some miracle might illumine the minds of her friends, as she felt that
hers was to be illumined here in the solitude. But she well realized that
not all problems could be solved by a call out of the West. Any open and
lonely land that might have saved Glenn Kilbourne would have sufficed for
her. It was the spirit of the thing and not the letter. It was work of any
kind and not only that of ranch life. Not only the raising of hogs!
Carley directed stumbling steps toward the light of her tent.
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