Chapter 22
THE CURE COMPLETEIn Nelson Flat the lupines were like spilled bluing in great,
acre-wide blots upon the meadow grass. Between cabin and creek bank
a little plot had been spaded and raked smooth, and already the
peas and lettuce and radishes were up and growing as if they knew
how short would be the season, and meant to take advantage of every
minute of the warm days. Here and there certain plants were lifting
themselves all awry from where they had been pressed flat by two
small feet that had strutted heedlessly down the rows.
The cabin yard was clean, and the two small windows were
curtained with cheap, white scrim. All before the door and on the
path to the creek small footprints were scattered thick. It was
these that Marie pulled up her hired saddle horse to stud
