15/15 He spat out a stale quid of tobacco and took a fresh one, squinted again toward the butte and looked at Casey. I've follered poorer advice than a Joshuay. Le's try it a whirl." Thus it came to pass that Casey Ryan forsook his Ford for a strange partner with two burros and a clouded past, and fared forth across the barren foothills with no better guidance than the rigid, outstretched limb of a great, gaunt Joshua tree.. |