Chapter 64
HEATHER MARVELED AT THE contrasting beauty of the steep black wall, whose tufts of white snow crowned anything horizontal. A stunted pine tried to nourish itself, working roots through rock cracks as its small trunk curved upward, craving contact with the sun.
Suddenly, Heather made a fist and held it in the air. Something she had learned from Jim. She turned and put her finger to her lips. Then she pointed down the canyon and slightly to her right.
Pedro and Roy inched their horses forward until they could see the deer with her small fawn. Suddenly the neck of the doe stiffened and grew longer, and her head froze as she looked at the intruders. The horses stood uncharacteristically still. No one moved.
The mule deer must have reasoned they were not a threat as she, followed
