Chapter 55

As twilight was rapidly approaching, I tethered Hume’s mount to a stout bush right in the middle of a small clearing in front of the bluff. The rock had deteriorated, and some had fallen, carving out a hollow. Someone approaching from above would not be able to see much. Off to the left was another little curvature of loose rocks. I put Thunder behind that one to give warning of anyone coming from that direction.

Working rapidly, I found enough dry wood and grass to build a small fire. Not large enough to cast off much heat, but big enough so that the black was visible against the sandy rock. After covering my shoulders and head with a buffalo hide blanket from my saddlebags, I sat with my back against the small pile of rocks so that I faced the large hollow at an oblique angle. Perfect.