The Road Turned and Curled With It

The road turned and curled in rows. The frosted fields glistened white in the weak sunshine. If it went on like this for days, the cattle would have to be brought into the shed and given hay. She looked away, walked on and settled down to think of john roland. Two years before he had come to their district, writing a motorcycle,. scatter ing dust on her hair and the milk cloths she had put out to dry. And stopped to ask the way he was staying in the commercial hotel down in the village.