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Show 189. his knee and Little Bill opened his mouth and out came the grass and dirt. Bill laughed. "He knows that he needs but he doesn't like the taste of it." Bill sat listening to the men talk, looking off towards the high bluffs of the desert mountains. Wouldn't be long now before the deer would start to come down from them. He thought of the Grosh brothers. If the area they'd been working was as rich as the men here thought it was, this country could be ruined for the hunting and the quiet living he liked. Little Bill had his head back looking up at some fleecy clouds that were moving across the sky, and Bill thought, the sky will still be big and blue, and if people come there'll be families and then a school, so Little Bill can learn and.liave other boys to climb the mountains with; Blue Burg will probably fill up with people and the main street will stink with horse manure and the summer air will be filled with dust. He was glad he'd built his cabin as far out of the town as he had. The word these men brought was that old Comstock was running all over the mountain staking claims. He'd gone crazy since he'd heard of Allen Grosh's death. Allen had left him to guard his rock house. Now he was marching around with his shot gun over his shoulder saying he owned Sun Mountain. Olaf and Sunny came up the trail from their screening. Sunny said, "I told Olaf I could smell barbecuing meat! Olaf was over to the water bucket in two seconds, i n |
