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Wild, Wild Heart

“All right,” he said. “I’ll leave Tirau. I’ll go droving.”

“I don’t care what you do!” She was fumbling with the cases now—seeing nothing, for she was blinded by tears.

“Good-by, then,” said Marsh.

He waited for a moment, but her back was turned to him and she did not speak. He limped out of the garage, mounted his horse, and rode away.

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