Their talk drifted to many subjects touching the life in Gila, and the larger world outside, to which she was soon to return.
"Will you write to me?" he asked.
"That would make it harder for you to forget," she said, naïvely.
"I do not wish to forget," he said gloomily. "Why should I forget the happiest hours I have ever spent?" Why should he?
Back at Clayton Ranch, an older pair of lovers, married lovers, walked up and down the veranda in the moonlight.
"John," a soft voice was saying, "I just hope Kenneth will propose to Miss Bright to-night."
He laughed.
"You women! Always interested in a love story! How do you know Kenneth hasn't proposed to her already?"
"I don't believe he has."
Another silence.