The Ranch in the Coulee / Gwendolen Haste

The Ranch in the Coulee


He built the ranch house down a little draw, So that he should have wood and water near. The bluffs rose all around. She never saw The arching sky, the mountains lifting clear; But to the west the close hills fell away And she could glimpse a few feet of the road. The stage to Roundup went by every day, Sometimes a rancher town-bound with his load, An auto swirling dusty through the heat, Or children trudging home on tired feet. At first she watched it as she did her work, A horseman pounding by gave her a thrill, But then within her brain began to lurk The fear that if she lingered from the sill Someone might pass unseen. So she began To keep the highroad always within sight, And when she found it empty long she ran And beat upon the pane and cried with fright. The winter was the worst. When snow would fall He found it hard to quiet her at all.