Laurie reined in her horse at the place where the hill dropped away. She sat quietly for a moment looking down at the ghost town that was her home.
Barbara Corcoran, The Long Journey
Off to the right on another hillside were a dozen little shacks where the miners had lived, and to the left was the long building they had used for a dining and reception hall.
Couldn’t he just go into their own nearest town and telephone Arthur?
“No, no,” he said impatiently. “Telephones are no good. Can’t half the time hear what the other fellow is saying. You’d never be able to explain everything like it’s got to be explained. No, there’s nothing to do, but go there.” He sighed. “I hate to send you on such a long journey and you so young.”
But The Long Journey is a simpler story, the motivation for the girl’s setting off on her adventure uncomplicated.
|Blue flag, wetland, Leelanau Township|