Dry Gulch was a village of white stone buildings with flat roofs, tucked away inside a ravine between two rock walls. The town was built upon the bed of a river that had dried up long ago. And yet the people were thriving. Tommy wondered how they found water in this wasteland.
He saw people in ponchos and wide-brimmed hats as they shuffled through the streets, the men in tan pants or dungarees, the women in thin dresses with short sleeves.
One lovely young lady with copper skin and black hair that she wore tied up in a bun eyed them as she carried a basket of laundry down the street. A short little man with a bushy mustache smiled at them from the saddle of his horse.
Tommy led his father"s horse by the reins, frowning as he glanced this way and that. He kept expecting Adele to suddenly
