And how I galloped on my pony through the sagebrush when I came back during summer vacations!" The recollection set her eyes glistening.
"You still do it when you return from a trip, I'll venture to say," Lee stated, marking the glow of her face.
"Yes, I do.

Almost the very first thing.

It clears my brain of city noise and sights and grime.

It soothes my nerves.

Nothing does that like our keen air with its scent of sagebrush." "Then I should see you riding up my way soon." "Oh, I'll certainly want to follow the progress of your work, Mr.
Bryant.