High Plains Massacre
“He’d already searched the forest across the stream. Today he decided to try along the granite heights.
There was a lot of granite in the Black Hills. It broke through the surface in the form of cliffs and bluffs and spirelike protrusions that sometimes rose hundreds of feet into the air.
Fargo started at the mouth of the gulch and scoured the towering heights. He hoped to find a way up. Noon found him at the far end, without success.
Damn, it was frustrating, he reflected. He had a ...sense that he’d missed something. That if he put his mind to the problem, the answer would leap out at him. He tried but it didn’t, which only frustrated him more.
The sun was directly overhead when he made for the stream to let the Ovaro drink. In a grassy glade at the water’s edge he drew rein and swung down. He hadn’t had much sleep, and God, he was tired. He yawned and stretched and sat with his back to a juniper to ponder his problem.MoreLess
There was a lot of granite in the Black Hills. It broke through the surface in the form of cliffs and bluffs and spirelike protrusions that sometimes rose hundreds of feet into the air.
Fargo started at the mouth of the gulch and scoured the towering heights. He hoped to find a way up. Noon found him at the far end, without success.
Damn, it was frustrating, he reflected. He had a ...sense that he’d missed something. That if he put his mind to the problem, the answer would leap out at him. He tried but it didn’t, which only frustrated him more.
The sun was directly overhead when he made for the stream to let the Ovaro drink. In a grassy glade at the water’s edge he drew rein and swung down. He hadn’t had much sleep, and God, he was tired. He yawned and stretched and sat with his back to a juniper to ponder his problem.MoreLess
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