“Glitter and looking ain't trouble. But they're what brings the trouble. Looking leads to wanting, and wanting leads to having. Having is a particular thing. And having something useless, especially a man, is a life's worth of sorrow and aggravation. And looking never gets better, only worse.”

“Granny Jane, you're just old. You've forgotten all about how it is.”

“I haven't forgotten. There are some things you never forget, no matter how you try to do it. I remember all too well. Ola May, rein in that horse!”

They were approaching the gate to their house when the horse shied and reared from something seen or imagined. Ola May reined it hard, but that only panicked it further, and it put down its head and lunged forward, toward the house. Ola rose in the carriage, pulling at the reins and trying to calm the horse, which became nearly impossible as her own sense of the urgency and danger increased.

The horse turned abruptly from its course as it neared the house, throwing Ola May out of the carriage and onto the ground, where she lay still. The horse wheeled again, tipping the carriage and dragging it on its side away from the house some hundred yards until the weight of the tipped carriage brought it to a halt.

Ola May never lost consciousness, but she lay dazed for a bit, coming to wonder what, exactly, had happened. Her shoulder hurt her, and there was a sharp pain in her leg, though she thought there would be nothing broken. She slowly regained her senses and pulled herself up on an elbow. Then she remembered. “Granny? Granny Jane?”

Granny Jane lay on the ground some fifty yards away, barely conscious. Ola lifted her head, which was bleeding, and tried to wake her. Granny would come to consciousness for a few seconds, try to focus her eyes on Ola May, then pass out again. Ola May yelled for help.

A young cowboy, Elmer Gardenhire, was passing by from visiting family farther up the trail. He came down as fast as he dared, tied up his horse, and ran to Ola May. Between the two of them, they were able to pick Granny Jane up and carry her into the cabin. She regained consciousness one more time, but the pain of what proved to be a broken hip took her back into unconsciousness.

Gardenhire, seeing there was nothing more he could do, remounted and rode down the trail toward the road crew. He had just reached the crew and Sisson when Jeff, back from Klondyke, rode into camp. Jeff rode on up the trail to the cabin, and Gardenhire continued down toward the mesa and Klondyke to call for help.