Max Brand

Tragedy Trail Max Brand

At last she appeared at the side door, not waving, but leaning back against the wall of the house as though she were hardly strong enough to stand against the wind. From the top of the hill he had a last look of them all-the dog still racing and barking, and little Ruth frantically waving both hands, and the red-roofed house with the garden behind it, and the barns and sheds beyond, and the silver face of the brook, shadowed by groves of trees, and all the windy hills of that pleasant range dotted with color where the cattle grazed. Last of all, he saw Charlotte throw her arm across her face and go back through the doorway.