He was careful about the direction.

He glanced up at the sun, squinting his eyes at the glare; he looked at what he held in his hand.
A glitter of sun on glass showed briefly.

H.J.Owens laid his palm over it, waited while he could count ten, and took his palm away.

Replaced it, waited, and revealed the glass again with the sun glare upon it full.

He held it so for a full minute, and slid the glass back into his pocket.
He glanced down toward Flying U Coulee again--toward where the trail stretched like a brown ribbon through the grass.