I ignored her mild ridicule. “Did they stop here for directions? Do you know if they were lost or just out exploring the area?”
“I don’t keep a diary.”
Oh my. Forthcoming she was not. While pondering my next question something dawned on me. I showed her the photo again. “Did she adopt this cat from you?”
“Maybe.”
“And did it have only three legs?”
“I can’t tell from that picture, but yeah. We had one here and Daisy pushed ’em pretty hard to take it.”
Talking more to myself than her, I mused, “How in the world did Jenessa find you? I mean, how does anyonefind you up here?”
Her eyes reflected ironic affirmation. “You noticed that we’re not exactly a destination. I’ll tell you what, it was a hell of a lot easier to get here before the damned Forest Service screwed us over by
