“Shore you're doing fine,” was Flo's greeting. “Come and get it before we throw it out.”
Carley made haste to comply with the Western mandate, and was once again confronted with the singular fact that appetite did not wait upon the troubles of a tenderfoot. Glenn remarked that at least she would not starve to death on the trip.
“Come, climb the ridge with me,” he invited. “I want you to take a look to the north and east.”
He led her off through the cedars, up a slow red-earth slope, away from the lake. A green moundlike eminence topped with flat red rock appeared near at hand and not at all a hard climb. Nevertheless, her eyes deceived her, as she found to the cost of her breath. It was both far away and high.
“I like this location,” said Glenn. “If I had the money I'd buy this section
