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Westward； only a matter of twenty or thirty miles； lay the deep rent in the level desertOak 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。 Her eyes had not been used to such black shadow along the ground。 She had； too； squeamish feminine fears of hydrophobia skunks； and nameless animals or reptiles that were imagined denizens of the darkness。 She gained her tent and entered。 The Mexican； Gino； as he called himself； had lighted her lamp and fire。 Carley was chilled through； and the tent felt so warm and cozy that she could scarcely believe it。 She fastened the screen door； laced the flaps across it； except at the top； and then gave herself up to the lulling and comforting heat。
There were plans to perfect； innumerable things to remember； a car and accessories； horses； saddles； outfits to buy。 Carley knew she should sit down at her table and write and figure； but she could not do it then。
For a long time she sat over the little stove； toasting her knees and hands； adding some chips now and then to the red coals。 And her mind seemed a kaleidoscope of changing visions； thoughts； feelings。 At last she undressed and blew out the lamp and went to bed。
Instantly a thick blackness seemed to enfold her and silence as of a dead world settled down upon her。 Drowsy as she was； she could not close her eyes nor refrain from listening。 Darkness and silence were tangible things。 She felt them。 And they seemed suddenly potent with magic charm to still the tumult of her； to soothe and rest； to create thoughts she had never thought before。 Rest was more than selfish indulgence。 Loneliness was necessary to gain consciousness of the soul。 Already far back in the past seemed Carley's other life。
By and by the dead stillness awoke to faint sounds not before perceptible to hera low； mournful sough of the wind in the cedars； then the faint far…distant note of a coyote； sad as the night and infinitely wild。
Days passed。 Carley worked in the mornings with her hands and her brains。 In the afternoons she rode and walked and climbed with a double object； to work herself into fit physical condition and to explore every nook and corner of her six hundred and forty acres。
Then what she had expected and deliberately induced by her efforts quickly came to pass。 Just as the year before she had suffered excruciating pain from aching muscles； and saddle blisters； and walking blisters； and a very rending of her bones； so now she fell victim to them again。 In sunshine and rain she faced the desert。 Sunburn and sting of sleet were equally to be endured。 And that abomination； the hateful blinding sandstorm； did not daunt her。 But the weary hours of abnegation to this physical torture at least held one consoling recompense as compared with her experience of last year； and it was that there was no one interested to watch for her weaknesses and failures and blunders。 She could fight it out alone。
Three weeks of this self…imposed strenuous training wore by before Carley was free enough from weariness and pain to experience other sensations。 Her general health； evidently； had not been so good as when she had first visited Arizona。 She caught cold and suffered other ills attendant upon an abrupt change of climate and condition。 But doggedly she kept at her task。 She rode when she should have been in bed； she walked when she should have ridden； she climbed when she should have kept to level ground。 And finally by degrees so gradual as not to be noticed except in the sum of them she began to mend。
Meanwhile the construction of her house went on with uninterrupted rapidity。 When the low； slanting； wide…eaved roof was completed Carley lost further concern about rainstorms。 Let them come。 When the plumbing was all in and Carley saw verification of Hoyle's assurance that it would mean a gravity supply of water ample and continual； she lost her last concern as to the practicability of the work。 That； and the earning of her endurance； seemed to bring closer a wonderful reward； still nameless and spiritual； that had been unattainable； but now breathed to her on the fragrant desert wind and in the brooding silence。
The time came when each afternoon's ride or climb called to Carley with increasing delight。 But the fact that she must soon reveal to Glenn her presence and transformation did not seem to be all the cause。 She could ride without pain； walk without losing her breath； work without blistering her hands； and in this there was compensation。 The building of the house that was to become a home； the development of water resources and land that meant the making of a ranchthese did not altogether constitute the anticipation of content。 To be active； to accomplish things； to recall to mind her knowledge of manual training； of domestic science； of designing and painting； to learn to cook…these were indeed measures full of reward； but they were not all。 In her wondering； pondering meditation she arrived at the point where she tried to assign to her love the growing fullness of her life。 This； too； splendid and all…pervading as it was； she had to reject。 Some exceedingly illusive and vital significance of life had insidiously come to Carley。
One afternoon； with the sky full of white and black rolling clouds and a cold wind sweeping through the cedars； she halted to rest and escape the chilling gale for a while。 In a sunny place； under the lee of a gravel bank； she sought refuge。 It was warm here because of the reflected sunlight and the absence of wind。 The sand at the bottom of the bank held a heat that felt good to her cold hands。 All about her and over her swept the keen wind； rustling the sage； seeping the sand； swishing the cedars； but she was out of it； protected and insulated。 The sky above showed blue between the threatening clouds。 There were no birds or living creatures in sight。 Certainly the place had little of color or beauty or grace； nor could she see beyond a few rods。 Lying there； without any particular reason that she was conscious of； she suddenly felt shot through and through with exhilaration。
Another day； the warmest of the spring so far； she rode a Navajo mustang she had recently bought from a passing trader； and at the farthest end of her section； in rough wooded and ridged ground she had not explored； she found a canyon with red walls and pine trees and gleaming streamlet and glades of grass and jumbles of rock。 It was a miniature canyon； to be sure； only a quarter of a mile long； and as deep as the height of a lofty pine； and so narrow that it seemed only the width of a lane； but it had all the features of Oak Creek Canyon； and so sufficed for the exultant joy of possession。 She explored it。 The willow brakes and oak thickets harbored rabbits and birds。 She saw the white flags of deer running away down the open。 Up at the head where the canyon boxed she flushed a flock of wild turkeys。 They ran like ostriches and flew like great brown chickens。 In a cavern Carley found the den of a bear； and in another place the bleached bones of a steer。
She lingered here in the shaded depths with a feeling as if she were indeed lost to the world。 These big brown and seamy…barked pines with their spreading gnarled arms and webs of green needles belonged to her； as also the tiny brook； the blue bells smiling out of the ferns； the single stalk of mescal on a rocky ledge。
Never had sun and earth； tree and rock； seemed a part of her being until then。 She would become a sun…worshiper and a lover of the earth。 That canyon had opened there to sky and light for millions of years； and doubtless it had harbored sheep herders； Indians； cliff dwellers； barbarians。 She was a woman with white skin and a cultivated mind； but the affinity for them existed in her。 She felt it； and that an understanding of it would be good for body and soul。
Another day she found a little grove of jack pines growing on a flat mesa… like bluff； the highest point on her land。 The trees were small and close together； mingling their green needles overhead and their discarded brown ones on the ground。 From here Carley could see afar to all points of the compassthe slow green descent to the south and th