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JOYCE stood in the door of the little adobe house, and looked out across / the desert with tears in her eyes. If _this_ was to be their home / through all the dreary years that stretched ahead of them, it hardly / seemed worth while to go on living.
Jack, in the bare unfurnished room behind her, was noisily wielding a / hatchet, opening the boxes and barrels of household goods which had / followed them by freight. He did not know which one held his gun, but he / was determined to find it before the sun went down.