That Girl of Johnson's — page 34: what you’re looking at

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’ THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 93 slowness than was their wont, and the days were slow. Every morning the red sun arose out of a vail of haze from the mountain beyond the valley; every evening he sank behind the gray peaks in the west. The grass shriveled for lack of rain; the pines alone stood up straight and tall from the Siintaina hidden in the haze. Nothing happened after all; life was stagnant. Once a buck in search of water strayed up to the low house. Dolores was at the door, and saw him, but she offered him no harm; it were doubtful whether or not she knew how to use a rifle. Johnson saw him from the shop, and went up to the house for the rifle. By the time he had loaded it the buck had fled. He went in search of him, but failed to get even a shot. Had Dolores been a boy, he said, she would have shot the buck; his cursed luck that she was not a boy; boys were of use. still life went on; the sun arose and set; the haze hung more dense and thick over the mountain peaks. No rain fell; nothing happened. Nothing happened until— One day the rumor floated across the mountain that young Green’s mare, one of the choicest breed in the country, valued at what seemed to the simple villagers a fabulous sum, had gone lame. And this was discovered the morning after she was shod by Johnson. To most of the villagers this fact meant nothing. That the one had anything to do with the other never entered their heads. They had no cause for suspicion. But to Dolores the rumor came like a blow. Since that day she had been waiting for something to happen; she had not defined the first wild feeling of terror that possessed her ; she did not now define the dull sense of dread that took all the light out of her life, but it seemed to her in a strange, far-away fashion that this was what she had been expect- ing. This was why the kindly blue eyes were always looking into hers, and the pleasant face was forever in her _ thoughts. This was why the black mare was forever (E(0) m Eomicbooks