"Well," he said carefully at last, "if you're falling down in your work, what are you whining about it to me for?
What do you want ?" Al moistened his lips with his tongue.

"I want to know how far I can go.
It's been hands off the Quirt, up to now.

And the Quirt's beginning to think it can get away with most anything.

They've throwed a fence across the pass through from Sugar Spring to Whisper.

That sends us away around by Three Creek.