The prognostication made by the citizens of Prouty that it was " gettin' ready for somethin' " seemed about to be verified out on the sheep range twenty miles distant, for at five o'clock one afternoon the wind stopped as suddenly as it had arisen and heavy snow clouds came out of the northeast with incredible swiftness.
Mormon Joe walked to the door of the cook tent and swept the darkening hills with anxious eyes. Kate should We been back long before this. He always had a dread of her horse falling on her and hurting her too badly to get back. That was about all there was to fear in summer time, but tonight there was the coming storm.
Kate's sense of direction was remarkable, but the most experienced plainsman would be apt to lose himself in these foothills, with the snow falling thick and the night so black he could not see his hand before his face.
Mormon Joe shook his head and turned back to his task of peeling potatoes. While he worked he reproached himself that he had not hunted those horses himself ; but she had been so insistent upon going. She did not mind the wind, she had said, but then she did not " mind " anything, when it came to that. What would have been hardships for another were merely adventures to her.
At any rate, Kate was more comfortable now than she had been the year before. He smiled a little as he re
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