“Work to be done,” she said.
“I don’t know how you stand it to live here all the time,” he said. “My God, I’d get the willies sure. And you say you’ve never been out of here, out of Hawk Hole?”
Wanna turned and scanned the hills, as she shook her head.
“No, I live here all the time.”
“That’s too bad, Wanna. I feel sorry for yuh. A pretty girl like you in a place like this. You ought to get out and see things, instead of living here and seeing nothing.”
“What would I see?” she asked innocently.
“What? My gosh! The world—the cities—everything.”
“Everything,” she repeated slowly. “What is a city—like Pinnacle?”
Jack laughed at her ignorance. Neither of them knew that Big Medicine had come to the kitchen door.
“Not hardly like Pinnacle,” said Jack, laughing. “There are many big buildi
