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Abruptly
,
behind
a
turn
of
the
road
,
she
saw
the
green
acres
of
pastures
stretching
to
a
distant
farmhouse
.
There
were
herds
of
sheep
,
some
horses
,
the
fenced
squares
of
pigpens
under
the
sprawling
shapes
of
wooden
barns
and
,
farther
away
,
a
metal
hangar
of
a
type
that
did
not
belong
on
a
farm
.
A
man
in
a
bright
cowboy
shirt
was
hurrying
toward
them
.
Galt
stopped
the
car
and
waved
to
him
,
but
said
nothing
in
answer
to
her
questioning
glance
.
He
let
her
discover
for
herself
,
when
the
man
came
closer
,
that
it
was
Dwight
Sanders
,
"
Hello
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
.
She
looked
silently
at
his
rolled
shirt
sleeves
,
at
his
heavy
boots
,
at
the
herds
of
cattle
.
"
So
that
’
s
all
that
’
s
left
of
Sanders
Aircraft
,
"
she
said
.
"
Why
,
no
.
There
’
s
that
excellent
monoplane
,
my
best
model
,
which
you
flattened
up
in
the
foothills
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
know
about
that
?
Yes
,
it
was
one
of
yours
.
It
was
a
wonderful
ship
.
But
I
’
m
afraid
I
’
ve
damaged
it
pretty
badly
.
"
"
You
ought
to
have
it
fixed
.
"
"
I
think
I
’
ve
ripped
the
bottom
.
Nobody
can
fix
it
.
"
"
I
can
.
"
These
were
the
words
and
the
tone
of
confidence
that
she
had
not
heard
for
years
,
this
was
the
manner
she
had
given
up
expecting
—
but
the
start
of
her
smile
ended
in
a
bitter
chuckle
.
"
How
?
"
she
asked
.
"
On
a
hog
farm
?
"
"
Why
,
no
.
At
Sanders
Aircraft
.
"
