Buck, what are we going to do ?" "God knows," said the big cowpuncher.

"Just wait, I s'pose, same as we've been doing." He had aged wonderfully in that moment of darkness.
"He'll be happy now for a few days," went on the girl, "but afterwards--when he realises that it means nothing--what then, Buck ?" The man took her hands and began to pat them softly as a father might soothe a child.
"I seen you when the wind come in," he said gently.

"Are you going to stand it, Kate?
Is it going to be hell for you, too, every time you hear 'em ?" She answered: "If it were only I! Yes, I could stand it.

Lately I've begun to think that I can stand anything.

But when I see Dad it breaks my heart--and you--oh, Buck, it hurts, it hurts!" She drew his hands impulsively against her breast.