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Show 49 Chapter Seven A fly buzzing around his face in the warm sun woke Josh O'Tosh. For a moment he lay blinking, trying to remember where he was. Above him he could see only the gnarled branches and the pin-like needles of the pinyon tree. Closing his eyes, he listened, hoping to hear the sizzle of frying eggs as his mother prepared breakfast in their kitchen. That failing, he waited for the sounds of running water as Cindy washed her face for school. Slowly his eyes came open again. He gave a tiny groan as he sat up and yawned. He was miserably stiff and sore. The sun was already high in the sky. Yet Chinook was still asleep at the foot of his sleeping bag. At the crackling sound of a fire, Josh turned. Out away from the tree Cap was just getting a campfire going. Stiffly Josh joined him, warming his hands. It was cold here, even with the sun shining. "Slept late, didn't we?" Josh said. Cap's grin was nearly as wide as his face. "I guess mountain men can sleep late if they want. Nobody to scold 'em for it." With a halfhearted nod, Josh turned to warm his backside at the fire. Casting a sidelong glance at Cap, Josh desperately hoped his friend's chortling manner just now didn't mean he knew of the fiasco with the donkey under the tree during the night. His own embarrassment was bad enough without being teased about it. Josh looked around them. Dog Leg Valley, where Cap said they could find a |