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Owen
Kellogg
arrived
on
the
afternoon
of
her
third
day
in
the
valley
.
She
did
not
know
which
shocked
him
most
:
the
sight
of
her
standing
on
the
edge
of
the
airfield
as
he
descended
from
the
plane
—
the
sight
of
her
clothes
:
her
delicate
,
transparent
blouse
,
tailored
by
the
most
expensive
shop
in
New
York
,
and
the
wide
,
cotton
-
print
skirt
she
had
bought
in
the
valley
for
sixty
cents
—
her
cane
,
her
bandages
or
the
basket
of
groceries
on
her
arm
.
He
descended
among
a
group
of
men
,
he
saw
her
,
he
stopped
,
then
ran
to
her
as
if
flung
forward
by
some
emotion
so
strong
that
,
whatever
its
nature
,
it
looked
like
terror
.
"
Miss
Taggart
.
.
.
"
he
whispered
—
and
said
nothing
else
,
while
she
laughed
,
trying
to
explain
how
she
had
come
to
beat
him
to
his
destination
.
He
listened
,
as
if
it
were
irrelevant
,
and
then
he
uttered
the
thing
from
which
he
had
to
recover
,
"
But
we
thought
you
were
dead
.
"
"
Who
thought
it
?
"
"
All
of
us
.
.
.
I
mean
,
everybody
in
the
outside
world
.
"
Then
she
suddenly
stopped
smiling
,
while
his
voice
began
to
recapture
his
story
and
his
first
sound
of
joy
.
"
Miss
Taggart
,
don
’
t
you
remember
?
You
told
me
to
phone
Winston
,
Colorado
,
and
to
tell
them
that
you
’
d
be
there
by
noon
of
the
next
day
.
That
was
to
be
the
day
before
yesterday
,
May
thirty
-
first
.
But
you
did
not
reach
Winston
—
and
by
late
afternoon
,
the
news
was
on
all
the
radios
that
you
were
lost
in
a
plane
crash
somewhere
in
the
Rocky
Mountains
.
"
She
nodded
slowly
,
grasping
the
events
she
had
not
thought
of
considering
.
