The Plow-Woman

"[...]healed, Ben and Betty were unhitched from a dirt-laden scraper on the siding and put before a white-topped prairie-schooner. Then the old section-boss, with his crutches beside him and his daughters seated in the all but empty box behind, said a husky farewell to the men crowding around the wagon, and started the mules along the road that led northward beside the rails.
He gave no backward glance at the wind-battered house where he had brought an ailing bride; instead, eager to leave ...