Glory, obeying the signal, wheeled and bounded away.

Miss Satterly watched him gallop up the long slope and the pluckety
pluckety of Glory's fleeing feet struck heavy, numbing blows upon her
heart. She wondered why she had refused to ride with him, when she did
want to go--she did. And why had she been so utterly hateful, after
waiting and watching, night after night, for him to come?

And just how much did he mean by being due to drift? He couldn't be
really angry--and what was he going to say--the thing he changed his
mind about. Was it--Well, he would come again in a few days, and then--




PART FIVE

Weary did not go back. When the hurry of shipping was over he went to
Shorty and asked for his time, much to the foreman's astonishment and
disgust. The Happy Family was incensed and wasted profanity and
argument trying to make him give up the crazy notion of quitting.

It seemed to Weary that he warded off their curiosity and answered
their arguments very adroitly. He was sick of punching cows, he said,
and he wasn't hankering for a chance to shovel hay another winter to an
ungrateful bunch of bawling calves. He was going to drift, for a
change--but he didn't know where. It didn't much matter, so long as he
got a change uh scenery. He just merely wanted to knock around and get
the alkali dust out of his lungs and see something grow besides calves
and cactus. His eyes plumb ached for sight of an apple tree with real,