Chapter 11

Ansel smiled. “Touché. It would be, except they’re often two different things, as far as the various publications I work with are concerned.” His gaze went to the cabin then back to Hugh. “You’re squatting, too?”

“Nope. I’m real sure the previous owner is long gone, so I’m taking advantage of his largess. Why do you care?”

“Just making conversation,” Ansel replied with a shrug.

“And you hiked hundreds of miles to find someone to talk to.”

“Not quite. I have an assignment to shoot abandoned mines. There’s supposed to be one around here, according to my survey map.”

“If I show you where it is, will you get the hell out of here?”

“Yeah, sure. Tomorrow. The lighting’s not right for photographing one at the moment.”

“Then go back to wherever you’ve set up camp.”

Ansel shook his head. “I haven’t, so I can’t.”

“Well, you’re not doing it here.”

With a slight grin, Ansel replied, “Since you don’t own the land, I don’t think you can tell me whether I can or not.”