Chapter 29
“My God.” Steve stared out over the land, and Sharps couldn’t help grinning. He’d had pretty much the same reaction when he’d first ridden to the edge of the plateau and gazed down in awe at this little slice of heaven.
It was another valley, not nearly as large as the one Mrs. Hall’s pa had come across, but it would suit two men, if Steve was willing to let Sharps stay with him. A small lake, fed by a stream that cut through a pass at the base of the surrounding hills, reflected the blue of the sky. The grassland spreading from the lake to the hills that protected it was just starting to turn yellow, even though they were into the autumn months. The basin was protected from the cooler weather up here on the plateau, where the breeze held a bit of a bite. Sharps had weathered
