"Good-bye," murmured Louise.
"Like the sunshine," he said, pointing to the cliff.
"It is gone," she whispered, shivering a little as the shadows drew down.
"It will shine again," he said, smiling.
Without a word she touched Black Boyar with the spurs. A stone clattered down as he leaped forward, and she was gone.
Collie curbed the colt Yuma, who would have followed. "No, little hummingbird," he said whimsically. "We aren't so used to heaven that we can ride out of it quite so fast."
Next morning, with blanket and slicker rolled behind his saddle, he rode down the Moonstone Cañon Trail. At the foot of the range he turned eastward, a new world before him. The far hills, hiding the desert beyond, bulked large and mysterious.
Louise had not been present when he bade good-bye to his Moonstone friends.