Annesley had never been there, though she could easily have gone,
had she wished, from the ranch to El Paso, and from El Paso to the queer
old historic town of Juarez. But she could not have gone without Knight,
and there was no pleasure in travelling with him.
Besides, there was trouble across the border, and fierce fighting now and
then. There had been some thievish raids made by Mexicans upon ranches
along the river not many miles away, and that reminded her how Knight had
remarked some weeks ago that she had better not go alone as far as the
river bank.
"It isn't likely that anything would happen by day," he said, "but you
might be shot at from the other side." Annesley was not afraid, and there
was a faint stirring of pleasure in the thought that she was doing
something against his wish on this anniversary. Deliberately, she sat
alone by the river, waiting for the pageant of sunset to pass; and when
she reached home the moon was up, a great white moon that turned the
waving waste of pale, sparse grasses to a silver sea.
She had taken sandwiches and fruit with her, telling the cook that she
would want no dinner when she came back.
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