CHAPTER XVI
VIVE
SO the days and weeks passed on at the Rainbow Ranch, seeming to be uneventful and yet filled with quantities of pleasures and interests.
June came and the prairies were covered with wild flowers.
No one stayed indoors, except to sleep and eat, and oftentimes not for either of these things. Many nights Jack slept out on the Lodge verandah, sometimes with Olive or Jean, more often alone.
There were wonderful white nights such as only the west knows.
Jack used to love to lie and listen to the sounds she had long known and loved. A pair of owls in one of the old cottonwood trees held nightly conversations with each other, now and then screeching in such an irritated fashion that Jack laughed over their apparently human qualities.
Then far away from the house on the neighboring prairies she could hear the coyotes call to one another with warnings of danger.