Mavericks (el. knyga) (skaityta knyga) | William MacLeod Raine | knygos.lt

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Phyllis leaned against the door-jamb and looked down the long road which wound up from the valley and lost itself now and again in the land waves. Miles away she could see a little cloud of dust travelling behind the microscopic stage, which moved toward her almost as imperceptibly as the minute-hand of a clock. A bronco was descending the hill trail from the Flagstaff mine, and its rider announced his coming with song in a voice young and glad. "My love has breath o' roses, O' roses, o' roses, And cheeks like summer posies All fresh with morning dew," floated the words to her across the sunlit open. If the girl heard, she heeded not. One might have guessed her a sullen, silent lass, and would have done her less than justice. For the storm in her eyes and the curl of the lip were born of a mood and not of habit. They had to do with the gay vocalist who drew his horse up in front of her and relaxed into the easy droop of the experienced rider at rest. "Don't see me, do you?" he asked, smiling.