Publisher's Synopsis
Ben Connor sat in his room overlooking the crossing of the streets. It was by no means theramshackle huddle of lean-to's that he had expected, for Lukin was built to withstand a siege ofJanuary snows and storm-winds which were scooped by the mountains into a funnel that focusedstraight on the village. Besides, Lukin was no accidental, crossroads town, but the bank, store, andamusement center of a big country. The timber was being swept from the Black Mountain; therewere fairly prosperous mines in the vicinity; and cattlemen were ranging their cows over the plateausmore and more during the spring and summer. Therefore, Lukin boasted two parallel main streets, and a cross street, looking forward to the day when it should be incorporated and have a mayor ofits own. At present it had a moving-picture house and a dance hall where a hundred and fiftycouples could take the floor at once; above all, it had Jack Townsend's hotel. This was a stout, timber building of two stories, the lower portion of which was occupied by the restaurant, the drugstore, the former saloon now transformed into an ice-cream parlor, and other public places.It was dark, but the night winds had not yet commenced, and Lukin sweltered with a heat moreunbearable than full noon.It was nothing to Ben Connor, however, for he was fresh from the choking summer nights ofManhattan, and in Lukin, no matter how hot it became, the eye could always find a cool prospect. Ithad been unpleasant enough when the light was burning, for the room was done in a hot, orangecolored paper, but when he blew out the lamp and sat down before the window he forgot the roomand let his glance go out among the mountains. A young moon drifted across the corner of hiswindow, a sickle of light with a dim, phosphorescent line around the rest of the circle. It was brightenough to throw the peaks into strong relief, and dull enough to let the stars live.His upward vision had as a rule been limited by the higher stories of some skyscraper, and now hiseye wandered with a pleasant sense of freedom over the snow summits where he could imagine acold wind blowing through reach after reach of the blue-gray sky. It pleased and troubled BenConnor very much as one is pleased and troubled by the first study of a foreign language, with newprospects opening, strange turns of thought, and great unknown names like stars. But after a timeBen Connor relaxed. The first cool puff moved across his forehead and carried him halfway to adreamless slee
