It takes money to make way beyond Sterling.

We couldn't ride horses or burros or walk forever.

So while I knew we must go, I was distracted over how to go and what to do.

Now! We've gold! Once beyond Sterling, well be safe from rustlers.

We've no others to fear.
"Oh! Listen! Bess!" Venters now heard his voice ringing high and sweet, and he felt Bess's cold hands in his crushing grasp as she leaned toward him pale, breathless.