CHAPTER VI
A Lesson in Love
Was it only two months since she had come to live in the half of the Señor Epiphanio Montejo's long dobe in the Mexican village of Las Rubertas? Nan was asking herself as she sat in her doorway, watching the colors of the sunset fade behind the distant range.
It seemed to Nan that it might have been two years, or always, that she had heard the coyotes barking at the edge of Senor Epiphanio's alfalfa field and listened to the splash of falling earth as the everchanging Rio Grande ate away its banks.
Home, the censorious family, Bob, seemed very far away. Forgetfulness was in the languorous air of spring. Much and little had happened since she had become a part of the placid, picturesque village life. The war with Spain was well under way, and she had come to know Ben Evans far better than she ever had expected to know him after the
