Chapter 3 ~ Page 51
Traveller got the hot, stagnate, water, a handful at a time. Then, by the mercy of the modern world's own problem, the fiery ball of heat set behind the smog bank, and "click," it was instant twilight at 4 P.M.
Through another modern day catastrophe, brush fires, we came to a hillside that had burned, then been reseeded with a good stand of wheatgrass, that also had a tiny bubbling spring.
An animal did die that night. Bernice and I, after putting the horses out, without bothering to cook dinner for ourselves, collapsed into our sleeping bags, laid bare on the slope without a tent. Unknowingly, we must have rolled downhill in the night, for we found a squashed kangaroo rat under our bed in the morning.
Through another modern day catastrophe, brush fires, we came to a hillside that had burned, then been reseeded with a good stand of wheatgrass, that also had a tiny bubbling spring.
An animal did die that night. Bernice and I, after putting the horses out, without bothering to cook dinner for ourselves, collapsed into our sleeping bags, laid bare on the slope without a tent. Unknowingly, we must have rolled downhill in the night, for we found a squashed kangaroo rat under our bed in the morning.
Traveller lived.
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