When the wagon reached the end of the little lane he turned and looked back for the last time . Through all the years that followed he carried with him the picture of his wife as he saw her then , standing amid the airy shadows and wavering golden lights of the morning , the wind blowing the skirt of her pale blue wrapper about her feet and ruffling the locks of her bright hair into a delicate golden cloud . Then the wagon disappeared around a curve in the road , and Theodosia turned and went back into her desolate home . For a time there was a great buzz of gossip over the affair . People wondered over it . Old Jim Parmelee understood better than the others . When he met Theodosia he looked at her with a curious twinkle in his keen old eyes . `` Looks as if a man could bend her any way he 'd a mind to , does n't she ? '' he said . `` Looks is deceiving . It 'll come out in her face by and by -- she 's too young yet , but it 's there . It does seem unnatteral to see a woman so stubborn -- you 'd kinder look for it more in a man . '' Wesley wrote a brief letter to Theodosia when he reached his destination . He said he was well and was looking about for the best place to settle . He liked the country fine . He was at a place called Red Butte and guessed he 'd locate there . Two weeks later he wrote again . He had taken up a claim of three hundred acres . Greene and Cary had done the same . They were his nearest neighbours and were three miles away .
He had knocked up a little shack , was learning XXXXX cook his own meals , and was very busy .
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