He cared little for the town, though he would have liked the opportunity to make some purchases.

He returned to the Reynolds ranch to spend the autumn and the winter in such duties as the stock required.
As the great peaks to the west grew whiter and whiter, looming ever larger at dawn, the heart of the boy grew restless.

The dark canons allured him, the stream babbled strange stories to him--tales of the rocky spaces from which it came--until the boy dreamed of great white doors that opened on wondrous green parks.
One morning when Cora called the men to breakfast Mose and Jim did not respond.

A scrawl from Mose said: "We've gone to the mountains.

I'll be back in the spring.