"Beautiful!" exclaimed the enthusiastic Margery, gazing at the Navajo rugs, the clean, white-washed walls against which the red ollas, filled with wild flowers, made a pretty picture, and the great grizzly-bear rug thrown across a home-made couch. "It's actually romantic!" "Me long suit, lady. We ain't got much, but what we got goes with this kind of country." Margery smiled. "Oh, Will, I'd like a home like this. Just simple and clean--and comfortable. It's a real home." "Me wife's comin' in a minute. While she's--er--combin' her hair, mebby you'd like to see some of the improvements." And Sundown marched proudly to the new dining-room--an extension that he had built himself--and waved an invitation for his guests to behold and marvel. The dining-room was, in its way, also picturesque. The exceedingly plain table was covered with a clean white cloth. The furniture, owing to some fortunate accident of choice, was not ornate but of plain straight lines, redeemed by painted ollas filled with flowers. The white walls were decorated with two pictures, a lithograph of the Madonna,--which seemed entirely in keeping with the general tone of the room, but which would have looked glaringly out of place anywhere else,--and an enlarged full-length photograph, framed, of an exceedingly tall and gorgeous cowboy, hat in hand, quirt on wrist, and looking extremely impressive. Beside the cowboy stood a great, shaggy dog--Chance. And, by chance, the picture was a success. "Why, it's you, Sun!" exclaimed Corliss, striding to the picture. "And it's a dandy! I'd hang it in the front room."' "That's what Neeter was sayin'. But I kind of like it in here. You see, Neeter sets there and I set here where I can see me picture while I'm eatin'. It kind of gives me a good appetite. 'Course, lookin' out the window is fine. See them there mesas dancin' in the sun, and the grass wavin' and me cows grazing and 'way off like in a dream them blue hills! It's sure a millionaire picture! And it don't cost nothin'." "That's the best of it!" said Corliss heartily. "We're going to build--over on the mesa near the fork. You remember?" Sundown's flush was inexplicable to Margery, but Corliss understood. He had ridden the trail toward the fork one night. . . . But that was past, atoned for. . . . He would live that down. "It's a purty view, over there," said Sundown gently. And the two men felt that that which was not forgotten was at least forgiven--would never again be mentioned.