California -- Fiction; Ranch life -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Dean Wolcott said he did not believe he was the lonesome kind. He
was enjoying the five-hour drive enormously. The scenery was oddly
satisfying to him--now along a rocky and precipitous coast, now on
a bleakly barren hillside, and the sea shone with the colors of an
abalone shell; it made him think a little of Italy. And--just as he
had adjusted his mind to rigor and stern plainness--the road turned
inland to lush and lavish beauty--redwood trees mounting nobly, deep
carpeting of ferns, streams, wild flowers, enchanting sudden vistas of
the distant sea. They toiled gaspingly up the Serra grade and rushed
down the other side with hurtling speed; they stopped at every ranch
gate with mail and papers and parcel post and held leisurely converse
with unhurried men and women; they left the Little Sur country behind
and forged on through changing loveliness, now in the muted sunshine,
now in green shadow.
The stage driver looked at his watch. “Going to make it by five,
like I told you we would,” he said with satisfaction. “Look--there’s
Pfeiffer’s!” They made a last sharp turn and swung into the yard. “And
there’s the doc’, come to meet you!”
Dr. Gurney Mayfield was clambering out of an ancient surrey and he
secured a weary-looking, putty-colored horse to the fence before he
hurried over to meet the newcomer. “Well, _well_, my dear boy, but
it’s good to see you--_here_!” he twinkled at him. “Pardon my not
coming right over but I had to tie Sam; he may look as if he had the
sleeping sickness but he’d be off for camp the minute my back was
turned. Now, let’s have a look at you, Dean!” His keen eyes went
competently over him. “Feel as fit as you look?”
“Absolutely.”
“Ready for the rough stuff?”
“Quite.”
“Good!-- You’re going to have plenty of it. Well, did you enjoy the
work, the training?”
“Enormously, Doctor! It’s made me as hard as nails; exactly what I
needed.” He was crisp and brisk and confident; his color was wholesome,
emphasized just now by a flush of sunburn after his long day’s ride,
and his eyes were steady. “You have been no end kind, Doctor; I was
amazed at your being able to fix it up for me here.”
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