By Zane Grey
Carley Burch leaves her excessive society existence in ny urban to reclaim her fianci, Glen Kilbourne, who had moved to the Wild West to get over global battle I. She braves fierce ruffians, brutal parts and absence of civilization. Carley needs to adapt to the rigorous lifetime of the West. yet will she be capable to persuade Glenn to come to his "home" in big apple? Will she be in time prior to a rival temptress steals Glenn away?
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This girl indeed was frank and unsophisticated, and somehow refreshing. Carley rose. "You are both very good to receive me as a friend," she said. "I hope I shall not disappoint you. . Yes, I do want to improve my appearance before Glenn sees me. . " "There shore is. " "Thank you. " Flo Hutter clapped her hands and laughed with glee. Her gladness gave Carley a little twinge of conscience. Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing. Carley was conducted up a broad stairway and along a boarded hallway to a room that opened out on the porch.
It struck her that England or France could be dropped down into New Mexico and scarcely noticed. By and by the sun grew hot, the train wound slowly and creakingly upgrade, the car became full of dust, all of which was disagreeable to Carley. She dozed on her pillow for hours, until she was stirred by a passenger crying out, delightedly: "Look! " Carley looked, not without interest. As a child she had read about Indians, and memory returned images both colorful and romantic. From the car window she espied dusty flat barrens, low squat mud houses, and queer-looking little people, children naked or extremely ragged and dirty, women in loose garments with flares of red, and men in white man's garb, slovenly and motley.
Thank you; I'm all right," returned Carley. At the doorway they encountered a girl of lithe and robust figure, quick in her movements. Carley was swift to see the youth and grace of her; and then a face that struck Carley as neither pretty nor beautiful, but still wonderfully attractive. "Flo, here's Miss Burch," burst out Mrs. Hutter, with cheerful importance. " said the girl, in a voice of slow drawling richness. "I know you. " If this greeting, sweet and warm as it seemed, was a shock to Carley, she gave no sign.