Only wreckage remained when they saw the storm muttering its way across the prairies, having done what it could in its elemental wrath to bar the road to the white man.
As for Banion and Molly, they sat it out in the light wagon, the girl wrapped in blankets, Banion much of the time out in the storm, swinging on the ropes to keep the wagon from overturning.

He had no apparent fear.

His calm assuaged her own new terrors.

In spite of her bitter arraignment, she was glad that he was here, though he hardly spoke to her at all.
"Look!" he exclaimed at last, drawing back the flap of the wagon cover.
"Look at the rainbow!" Over the cloud banks of the rain-wet sky there indeed now was flung the bow of promise.

But this titanic land did all things gigantically.