riders of the purple sage-第38章
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s of women you're one who has bucked against your churchmen。 They tried you out； an' failed of persuasion； an' finally of threats。 You meet now the cold steel of a will as far from Christlike as the universe is wide。 You're to be broken。 Your body's to be held； given to some man； made； if possible； to bring children into the world。 But your soul？。。。What do they care for your soul？〃
CHAPTER XIII。 SOLITUDE AND STORM
In his hidden valley Venters awakened from sleep； and his ears rang with innumerable melodies from full…throated mockingbirds； and his eyes opened wide upon the glorious golden shaft of sunlight shining through the great stone bridge。 The circle of cliffs surrounding Surprise Valley lay shrouded in morning mist； a dim blue low down along the terraces； a creamy； moving cloud along the ramparts。 The oak forest in the center was a plumed and tufted oval of gold。
He saw Bess under the spruces。 Upon her complete recovery of strength she always rose with the dawn。 At the moment she was feeding the quail she had tamed。 And she had begun to tame the mocking…birds。 They fluttered among the branches overhead and some left off their songs to flit down and shyly hop near the twittering quail。 Little gray and white rabbits crouched in the grass； now nibbling； now laying long ears flat and watching the dogs。
Venters's swift glance took in the brightening valley； and Bess and her pets； and Ring and Whitie。 It swept over all to return again and rest upon the girl。 She had changed。 To the dark trousers and blouse she had added moccasins of her own make； but she no longer resembled a boy。 No eye could have failed to mark the rounded contours of a woman。 The change had been to grace and beauty。 A glint of warm gold gleamed from her hair； and a tint of red shone in the clear dark brown of cheeks。 The haunting sweetness of her lips and eyes； that earlier had been illusive； a promise； had become a living fact。 She fitted harmoniously into that wonderful setting； she was like Surprise Valleywild and beautiful。
Venters leaped out of his cave to begin the day。
He had postponed his journey to Cottonwoods until after the passing of the summer rains。 The rains were due soon。 But until their arrival and the necessity for his trip to the village he sequestered in a far corner of mind all thought of peril； of his past life； and almost that of the present。 It was enough to live。 He did not want to know what lay hidden in the dim and distant future。 Surprise Valley had enchanted him。 In this home of the cliff…dwellers there were peace and quiet and solitude； and another thing； wondrous as the golden morning shaft of sunlight； that he dared not ponder over long enough to understand。
The solitude he had hated when alone he had now come to love。 He was assimilating something from this valley of gleams and shadows。 From this strange girl he was assimilating more。
The day at hand resembled many days gone before。 As Venters had no tools with which to build； or to till the terraces； he remained idle。 Beyond the cooking of the simple fare there were no tasks。 And as there were no tasks； there was no system。 He and Bess began one thing； to leave it； to begin another； to leave that； and then do nothing but lie under the spruces and watch the great cloud…sails majestically move along the ramparts； and dream and dream。 The valley was a golden； sunlit world。 It was silent。 The sighing wind and the twittering quail and the singing birds； even the rare and seldom…occurring hollow crack of a sliding weathered stone； only thickened and deepened that insulated silence。
Venters and Bess had vagrant minds。
〃Bess； did I tell you about my horse Wrangle？〃 inquired Venters。
〃A hundred times；〃 she replied。
〃Oh； have I？ I'd forgotten。 I want you to see him。 He'll carry us both。〃
〃I'd like to ride him。 Can he run？〃
〃Run？ He's a demon。 Swiftest horse on the sage！ I hope he'll stay in that canyon。
〃He'll stay。〃
They left camp to wander along the terraces； into the aspen ravines； under the gleaming walls。 Ring and Whitie wandered in the fore； often turning； often trotting back； open…mouthed and solemn…eyed and happy。 Venters lifted his gaze to the grand archway over the entrance to the valley； and Bess lifted hers to follow his； and both were silent。 Sometimes the bridge held their attention for a long time。 To…day a soaring eagle attracted them。
〃How he sails！〃 exclaimed Bess。 〃I wonder where his mate is？〃
〃She's at the nest。 It's on the bridge in a crack near the top。〃
〃I see her often。 She s almost white。〃
They wandered on down the terrace； into the shady； sun…flecked forest。 A brown bird fluttered crying from a bush。 Bess peeped into the leaves。 〃Look！ A nest and four little birds。 They're not afraid of us。 See how they open their mouths。 They're hungry。〃
Rabbits rustled the dead brush and pattered away。 The forest was full of a drowsy hum of insects。 Little darts of purple； that were running quail； crossed the glades。 And a plaintive； sweet peeping came from the coverts。 Bess's soft step disturbed a sleeping lizard that scampered away over the leaves。 She gave chase and caught it； a slim creature of nameless color but of exquisite beauty。
〃Jewel eyes；〃 she said。 〃It's like a rabbitafraid。 We won't eat you。 Therego。〃
Murmuring water drew their steps down into a shallow shaded ravine where a brown brook brawled softly over mossy stones。 Multitudes of strange； gray frogs with white spots and black eyes lined the rocky bank and leaped only at close approach。 Then Venters's eye descried a very thin； very long green snake coiled round a sapling。 They drew closer and closer till they could have touched it。 The snake had no fear and watched them with scintillating eyes。
〃It's pretty；〃 said Bess。 〃How tame！ I thought snakes always ran。〃
〃No。 Even the rabbits didn't run here till the dogs chased them。〃
On and on they wandered to the wild jumble of massed and broken fragments of cliff at the west end of the valley。 The roar of the disappearing stream dinned in their ears。 Into this maze of rocks they threaded a tortuous way； climbing； descending； halting to gather wild plums and great lavender lilies； and going on at the will of fancy。 Idle and keen perceptions guided them equally。
〃Oh； let us climb there！〃 cried Bess； pointing upward to a small space of terrace left green and shady between huge abutments of broken cliff。 And they climbed to the nook and rested and looked out across the valley to the curling column of blue smoke from their campfire。 But the cool shade and the rich grass and the fine view were not what they had climbed for。 They could not have told； although whatever had drawn them was well…satisfying。 Light； sure…footed as a mountain goat； Bess pattered down at Venters's heels； and they went on； calling the dogs； eyes dreamy and wide； listening to the wind and the bees and the crickets and the birds。
Part of the time Ring and Whitie led the way； then Venters； then Bess； and the direction was not an object。 They left the sun…streaked shade of the oaks； brushed the long grass of the meadows； entered the green and fragrant swaying willows； to stop； at length； under the huge old cottonwoods where the beavers were busy。
Here they rested and watched。 A dam of brush and logs and mud and stones backed the stream into a little lake。 The round； rough beaver houses projected from the water。 Like the rabbits； the beavers had become shy。 Gradually； however； as Venters and Bess knelt low； holding the dogs； the beavers emerged to swim with logs and gnaw at cottonwoods and pat mud walls with their paddle…like tails； and； glossy and shiny in the sun； to go on with their strange； persistent industry。 They were the builders。 The lake was a mud…hole； and the immediate environment a scarred and dead region； but it was a wonderful home of wonderful animals。
〃Look at that onehe puddles in the mud；〃 said Bess。 〃And there！ See him dive！ Hear them gnawing！ I'd think they'd break their teeth。 How's it they can stay out of the water and under the water？〃
And she laughed。
Then Venters and Bess wandered farther； and； perhaps not all unconsciously this time； wended their slow steps to the cave of the cliff…d
