Then I am going to carry Coty to the car line in a kind of triumphal march, because she is the rarest find that I have ever made.

I hope you have no dark designs on Coty, because this is 'what the owner had to do to redeem her.'" Linda indicated her trail down the canyon side, brushed soil and twigs from her trousers, turned her straight young back, carefully set down her specimen, and by the aid of her recovered stick began expertly making her way up the canyon side.

"Here, let me do that," offered the younger man.

"You rest until I collect your belongings." Linda glanced back over her shoulder.

"Thanks," she said.