There were several waterholes and a few lush valleys like Green Valley. Tom and Theresa rode easy. They would start just before first light, ride unti... the heat of day, and make camp. Usually they were able to find a stand of Mesquite or Palo Verdes for shade. Around five or six they would continue until it got too dark to ride and they would camp again.It was early morning of the fifth day when they rode into the clearing at Justin Wren's place. Tom stopped about a hundred feet from the ranch. " She sniffed."Don't cry, Maw," Dimity said, looking hard at me. "He'll come back soon as he can. Didn't the McComb's boy get home last week. They hadn't heard a word from him for six months."By the time we finished talking and eating and wiping out our bowls with more corn bread, it was dark outside and time to think about bed and an early start in the morning. The house had no sleeping loft although there were some signs that there had been one. I unrolled my blanket in the shed after seeing. Monday, the second of May, the people who wished to, stepped to the path. DD, sky clad ... as she usually was in good weather ... stood in the entrance and asked the question..."Who are you here for?"'I am here for the goddess or the god or both' was the only response acceptable. During the entire weekend, degrees were ignored ... unwelcome, really. The gathering celebrated the power and not the 'man'.Demands that thus and so degrees be acknowledged were totally ignored nor were any demands for. He knew he must look formidable. He’d read her silence all the way home as a sign of mistrust. It angered him. The darkened car interior cloaked his eyes. To Ainsley he looked far more devilish than he could have ever imagined. Her heart flip flopped as she observed him, her handsome lover. She held on to the sensation almost desperately, relieved to be feeling anything at all. Eventually, she brought herself back to reality. His expression was granite, because of her. “Oh I’m sorry.” Ainsley.