If only she had known then the truth, the reality! But regrets were useless.
By and by a craggy red wall loomed above the trees, and its pipe-organ conformation was familiar to Carley.

She left the road and turned to go down to the creek.

Sycamores and maples and great bowlders, and mossy ledges overhanging the water, and a huge sentinel pine marked the spot where she and Glenn had eaten their lunch that last day.

Her mustang splashed into the clear water and halted to drink.

Beyond, through the trees, Carley saw the sunny red-earthed clearing that was Glenn's farm.
She looked, and fought herself, and bit her quivering lip until she tasted blood.