Even though Orr did not look forward to riding through that, there was no other way to reach his next favorite campsite. At one spot he knew the trail edged along a short, steeply sloping area between two cliffs on the north wall of one canyon. He had not been up there since the fire. If the fall rains and spring snowmelt had been heavy, it might be washed out or in bad shape. Still, he trusted his mules would navigate it safely.
After a moment’s thought, he decided he’d stop when he got to the edge of the area. That way, he could be sure Jase was doing okay and also take a look at the trail. He should be able to see if it was dangerous. For now, their way stretched ahead, smooth and easy, while the morning looked bright and inviting. Orr found himself whistling a jaunty tune as he urged Maude to move along.