Chapter 11

He cut his gaze to Spark again, but the cowboy was still staring out across the distance as if he were counting the ridges and ranges that faded to blend with the sky at the far horizon.

Finally, Spark shook himself and stood. “Not rushin’ you, but if you want to go by the hot spring, we’d best be moving along. It’s about halfway back to the ranch by this other trail I’m going to take. If we get there by about three, we can take a dip before we go on back.”

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They reached the hot spring about three o’clock. Although the shadow of the ridge to the north edged close to the pool, Spark knew the water would be warm. Even if darkness had fallen, the water would still be warm. In fact, if you got into it too close to where the stream first broke out of the rock, you’d risk being scalded. About fifty yards downstream, where the water pooled behind a natural rock dyke, the temperature would be just right.