Girl from Montana

The late afternoon sun was streaming in across the cabin floor as the girl stole around the corner and looked cauti-ously in at the door. There was a kind of tremulous courage in her face. She had a duty to perform, and she was resolved to do it without delay. She shaded her eyes with her hand from the glare of the sun, set a firm foot upon the threshold, and, with one wild glance around to see whether all was as she had left it, entered her home and stood for a moment shuddering in the middle of the floor. A long procession of funerals seemed to come out of the past and meet her eye as she looked about upon the signs of the primitive, unhallowed one which had just gone out from there a little while before. The girl closed her eyes, and pressed their hot, dry lids hard with her cold fingers; but the vision was clearer even than with her eyes open.Grace Livingston Hill is the author of 'Girl from Montana', published 2007 under ISBN 9781421847344 and ISBN 1421847345.