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From a recalcitrant little garden in front of the log house, Louise could follow the figure of her husband on a buckskin colored pony which matched his blond hair. He was skirting the edge of the lake toward the trail that led up through pines and aspens to the ridge where their “Castle” would ultimately be built. Keble had still three months of his novitiate as rancher to fulfil before his father’s conservative doubts would be appeased and the money forthcoming from London for the project of transforming the mountain lake and plains into something worthy the name of “estate”: a comfortable house, a farm, a stock range, and a game preserve. He was boyishly in earnest about it all.
When Keble had disappeared into the trail, Louise’s eyes came back along the pebbly strip of shore, past the green slope that led through thinning groups of tall cottonwood trees to the superintendent’s cabin and the barns, resting finally upon the legend over her front door: Sans Souci. She remembered how gaily she had painted the board and tacked it up. Had the blows of her hammer been challenges to Fate?