Ranchers -- Fiction; Revenge -- Fiction; Western stories
For all the general ineffectiveness of the place, however, it was not
without significance. For it gave that human touch which at once
breaks up the overpowering sensation which never fails to depress in
the silent heart of Nature's immensity. It spoke of courage, too. The
reckless courage of early youth, plunging for the first time into
independence. Furthermore, it suggested something of the first great
sacrifice which the hot tide of love, surging through youthful veins,
is prepared to make for the object of its passionate regard. In any
case it symbolized the irresistible progress of man's effort when
pitted against the passive resistance of Nature's most fiercely rugged
frontiers.
A wonderful harmonious peace reigned over the scene which was bathed in
the light of a drooping sun. It was the chastened pastoral peace, than
which there is no more perfect in the world. Cattle were grazing their
way homeward; the cows bearing their burden of laden udders to yield it
for the benefit and prosperity of the community; the steers lingering
at the banks of the murmuring mountain stream, or standing knee-deep in
its waters, their sleek sides sheathed in rolls of fat, only waiting to
yield up their humble lives as their contribution to the insatiable
demands of the dominant race.
Two or three horses stood adjacent to the doorway of the humble barn,
patiently flickering their long, unkempt tails in a vain effort to ward
off the attacks of swarming flies. A few chickens moved about
drowsily, just outside the hutch which had been contrived for their
nightly shelter. While stretched upon the dusty earth, side by side,
lay two great rough-coated dogs slumbering their hours of watch and
ward away in the shade, with the indifference of creatures whose vain
hopes of battle have been all too long deferred.
All of a sudden there came a partial awakening.
Out of the west, down the slope of a neighboring hill came a figure on
horseback. It was moving at a rapid gallop. The horses at the barn
turned about and raised their heads watchfully. They whinnied at the
approach. The two dogs were on their feet startled into alertness,
vain hope rising once more in their fierce hearts. The hens cackled
fussily at the prospect of their deferred evening meal. The last of
the cattle ambled heavily from the water's edge. It was rather like
the obscure movement of a mainspring, setting into motion even the
remotest wheel of a mechanism.
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