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The dog barked then the woman stood in the doorway and hearing	A
iron strike stone down the steep road	B
Covered her head with a black shawl and entered the light rain	C
she stood at the turn of the road	B
A nobly formed woman erect and strong as a new tower the	D
features stolid and dark	E
But sculptured into a strong grace straight nose with a high bridge	F
firm and wide eyes full chin	G
Red lips she was only a fourth part Indian a Scottish sailor had	H
planted her in young native earth	I
Spanish and Indian twenty one years before He had named her	J
California when she was born	K
That was her name and had gone north	L
She heard the hooves and	M
wheels come nearer up the steep road	B
The buckskin mare leaning against the breastpiece plodded into	N
sight round the wet bank	O
The pale face of the driver followed the burnt out eyes they had	H
fortune in them He sat twisted	P
On the seat of the old buggy leading a second horse by a long	Q
halter a roan a big one	R
That stepped daintily by the swell of the neck a stallion 'What	P
have you got Johnny ' 'Maskerel's stallion	R
Mine now I won him last night I had very good luck ' He was	S
quite drunk 'They bring their mares up here now	T
I keep this fellow I got money besides but I'll not show you '	U
'Did you buy something Johnny	V
For our Christine Christmas comes in two days Johnny ' 'By	W
God forgot ' he answered laughing	A
'Don't tell Christine it's Christmas after while I get her something	A
maybe ' But California	D
'I shared your luck when you lost you lost me once Johnny remember	J
Tom Dell had me two nights	X
Here in the house other times we've gone hungry now that	P
you've won Christine will have her Christmas	Y
We share your luck Johnny You give me money I go down to	P
Monterey to morrow	Z
Buy presents for Christine come back in the evening Next day	P
Christmas ' 'You have wet ride ' he answered	P
Giggling 'Here money Five dollar ten twelve dollar You	P
buy two bottles of rye whiskey for Johnny '	U
A right I go to morrow '	U
He was an outcast Hollander not	P
old but shriveled with bad living	A
The child Christine inherited from his race blue eyes from his	A2
life a wizened forehead she watched	P
From the house door her father lurch out of the buggy and lead	P
with due respect the stallion	R
To the new corral the strong one leaving the wearily breathing	A
buckskin mare to his wife to unharness	A2
	-
Storm in the night the rain on the thin shakes of the roof like	B2
the ocean on rock streamed battering once thunder	J
Walked down the narrow canyon into Carmel valley and wore	C2
away westward Christine was wakeful	D2
With fears and wonders her father lay too deep for storm to	P
touch him	E2
Dawn comes late in the year's dark	E
Later into the crack of a canyon under redwoods and California	D
slipped from bed	P
An hour before it the buckskin would be tired there was a little	D2
barley and why should Johnny	V
Feed all the barley to his stallion That is what he would do She	V
tip toed out of the room	F2
Leaving her clothes he'd waken if she waited to put them on	G2
and passed from the door of the house	A2
Into the dark of the rain the big black drops were cold through	P
the thin shift but the wet earth	I
Pleasant under her naked feet There was a pleasant smell in the	D
stable and moving softly	V
Touching things gently with the supple bend of the unclothed	P
body was pleasant She found a box	A2
Filled it with sweet dry barley and took it down to the old	P
corral The little mare sighed deeply	V
At the rail in the wet darkness and California returning between	H2
two redwoods up to the house	A2
Heard the happy jaws grinding the grain Johnny could mind	P
the pigs and chickens Christine called to her	J
When she entered the house but slept again under her hand She	V
laid the wet night dress on a chair back	I2
And stole into the bedroom to get her clothes A plank creaked	P
and he wakened She stood motionless	A2
Hearing him stir in the bed When he was quiet she stooped after	J
her shoes and he said softly	V
'What are you doing Come back to bed ' 'It's late I'm going	A
to Monterey I must hitch up '	-
'You come to bed first I been away three days I give you money	V
I take back the money	V
And what you do in town then ' she sighed sharply and came to	P
the bed	P
He reaching his hands from it	P
Felt the cool curve and firmness of her flank and half rising	A
caught her by the long wet hair	J2
She endured and to hasten the act she feigned desire she had not	P
for long except in dream felt it	P
Yesterday's drunkenness made him sluggish and exacting she	V
saw turning her head sadly	V
The windows were bright gray with dawn he embraced her still	D2
stopping to talk about the stallion	R
At length she was permitted to put on her clothes Clear daylight	P
over the steep hills	A2
Gray shining cloud over the tops of the redwoods the winter	J
stream sang loud the wheels of the buggy	V
Slipped m deep slime ground on washed stones at the road edge	K2
Down the hill the wrinkled river smothered the ford	P
You must keep to the bed of stones she knew the way by willow	D2
and alder the buckskin halted mid stream	L2
Shuddering the water her own color washing up to the traces	A2
but California drawing up	M2
Her feet out of the whirl onto the seat of the buggy swung the	D
whip over the yellow water	J
And drove to the road	P
All morning the clouds were racing northward	P
like a river At noon they thickened	P
When California faced the southwind home from Monterey it	P
was heavy with level rainfall	D2
She looked seaward from the foot of the valley red rays cried	P
sunset from a trumpet of streaming	A
Cloud over Lobos the southwest Occident of the solstice Twilight	P
came soon but the tired mare	J2
Feared the road more than the whip Mile after mile of slow	D2
gray twilight	P
Then quite suddenly darkness	A2
'Christine will be asleep It is Christmas Eve The ford That hour	J
of daylight wasted this morning '	-
She could see nothing she let the reins lie on the dashboard and	P
knew at length by the cramp of the wheels	A2
And the pitch down they had reached it Noise of wheels on	G2
stones plashing of hooves in water a world	P
Of sounds no sight the gentle thunder of water the mare snorting	A
dipping her head one knew	P
To look for footing in the blackness under the stream The	D
hushing and creaking of the sea wind	P
In the passion of invisible willows	A2
The mare stood still the woman	R
shouted to her spared whip	N2
For a false leap would lose the track of the ford She stood	P
'The baby's things ' thought California	D
'Under the seat the water will come over the floor' and rising	A
in the midst of the water	J
She tilted the seat fetched up the doll the painted wooden chickens	A2
the woolly bear the book	O2
Of many pictures the box of sweets she brought them all from	P2
under the seat and stored them trembling	A
Under her clothes about the breasts under the arms the corners	A2
of the cardboard boxes	A2
Cut into the soft flesh but with a piece of rope for a girdle and	P
wound about the shoulders	A2
All was made fast The mare stood still as if asleep in the midst	P
of the water Then California	D
Reached out a hand over the stream and fingered her rump the	D
solid wet convexity of it	P
Shook like the beat of a great heart 'What are you waiting	A
for ' But the feel of the animal surface	A2
Had wakened a dream obscured real danger with a dream of	Q2
danger 'What for For the water stallion	R
To break out of the stream that is what the rump strains for	C2
him to come up flinging foam sidewise	A2
Fore hooves in air crush me and the rig and curl over his	A2
woman ' She flung out with the whip then	R2
The mare plunged forward The buggy drifted sidelong was	A2
she off ground Swimming No by the splashes	A2
The driver a mere prehensile instinct clung to the side irons	A2
of the seat and felt the force	A2
But not the coldness of the water curling over her knees breaking	A
up to the waist	P
Over her body They'd turned The mare had turned up stream	L2
and	P

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