Chapter 36
T
he group watched a lone rider on a large gray horse coming across the open basin toward where they were camped. Heather pulled out a small pair of binoculars.
‘Looks like Debbie is on her way. That woman is spunky, riding all the way up here alone.’
‘Sort of surprised to hear you say that, missy,’ said Roy. ‘She’s been riding all her life. Her father used to carry her like a papoose on horseback. That woman can ride as well as anyone.’
‘Maybe true,’ said Heather. ‘But she’s a “valley girl,” not a wilderness lady. I think it’s brave of her to come up by herself, especially after what happened. I suppose thinking Brush is here might be a good incentive, so she will be unhappy that he’s not. Guess he hasn’t talked to her.’
Heather knew Roy had put one over on her. She was a
