Gwendolen Overton, The heritage of unrest
“ She did not hear the tramp of the two horses, sharp as her ears were, for she was too intent upon watching a fight between two steers.One had gone mad with loco-weed, and they gored each other's sides until the blood ran, while only a low, moaning bellow came from their dried throats. A cloud of fine dust, that threw back the sun in glitters, hung over them, and a flock of crows, circling above in the steel-blue sky, waited."Felipa!" shouted Cairness. He was angry—almost as angry as Forbes had been when he had come upon Mrs. Landor watching the boys and the kitten in the alleyway. ”
