Anyway, Warden, if she's in town she'll stay there till the storm is over--snug an' warm.

And if she didn't go to town there wouldn't be no use lookin' for her.

Why, man, look out there! you can't see your hand before you!" Warden raged insanely, stalking back and forth through the stable; and finally to the ranchhouse again, where he bitterly arraigned Aunt Hannah.

But in the end he stayed in the ranchhouse, close beside a window, out of which he watched until the night came to shut off his view of the great, white world.
Over at the Circle L ranchhouse were other anxious watchers--men whose steady eyes held a haunting gleam of worry, and whose rugged faces grew grim and long as the days passed and the storm did not abate.

From their bunkhouse they watched, day and night, for the end; their horses ready, heavy clothing at hand for a plunge into the white waste that stretched on all sides of them.