Free Sackett (1961) by Louis - Sackett's 09 L'amour

riled. Nonetheless, I threw out a hook. After a while I hooked a trout and, about a half-hour later, another one.
    Up at the cave the red-haired girl was sleeping quietly, so I went to work and cleaned those trout and fried them up. I started some coffee and then went outside.
    Wandering around, I came on a grave. Actually, I could see it wasn't a dug grave, but a wide crack in the rock. Rocks had been rolled in at each end and the cracks tamped in with some kind of clay which had settled hard. Over the grave was scratched a name and a date.
    JUAN MORALES 1790--1874
    He had died last year, then.
    And that meant this girl had been here in this canyon all alone for almost a year. No wonder she was run down.
    Juan Morales had been eighty-four years old when he died. Too old a man to be traipsing around the mountains with a young girl. From his name he had been a Spanish man, but she did not look like any Spanish girl I'd ever seen. Yet I'd heard it said that some of them were blonde, so maybe they were red-headed, too.
    I went back to the cave and looked at my patient. She was lying there looking at me, and the first thing she said was, "Thank you for the venison."
    She had the bluest eyes.
    "Ma'am," I said, 'I'm William Tell Sackett, Tell for short, and leaving the meat was little enough to do."
    I'm Ange Kerry," she said, "and I'm most glad you found me."
    Only thing I couldn't figure out was how a girl that pretty ever got lost.

    Chapter IX
    Ange had gone to sleep again so, after adding sticks to the fire, I went out and sat down in the mouth of the cave. It was the first good chance I'd had to look around me.
    The valley where I found the gold was lonely but peaceful . . . this was wild. Sheer black cliffs surrounded it on nearly all sides, broken here and there as though cracked by some thunderous upheaval of the mountain. The foot of each crack ended in a slope of talus, with broken, barkless tree trunks, their branches thrown wide and white against the rock like skeleton arms.
    The stream descended through the valley in a series of ripples and miniature cascades, gathering here and there in a pool, only to go tumbling off down into the wild gorge that seemed to end in space.
    The trees that rimmed the canyon were dwarfed and twisted, leaning away from prevailing winds, trees that the years gave no stature, only girth and a more tenacious grip on the rock from which they grew.
    Landslides had carried away stands of aspen and dumped them among the tumbled boulders along the bottom. Slabs and crags of rock had broken off from the cliff faces and lay cracked and riven upon the canyon floor. There was scarcely a stretch of level land anywhere, only here and there an arctic meadow or stretch of tundra. The rocks were colored with lichen--green, orange, reddish, black, or gray--crusting the rocks, forever working at them to create from their granite flanks the soil that would build other growth.
    The matlike jungles of arctic willow hedged the stream in places, and streaks of snow and ice lay along cracks where the sun could not reach.
    About an hour short of noon the sun came over the mountain and warmed the cave mouth. New streams melted from the snow banks, and I watched several mountain sheep go down a narrow thread of trail. A big old black bear showed on the mountain opposite. Had I shot him it would have taken me all day to get where he was. Anyway, he wasn't bothering me.
    Despite the quiet of the place, there was something wild and terrible about it that wouldn't let me settle down. Besides that, I couldn't keep from worrying about Cap.
    It was midafternoon when Ange Kerry woke up again, and I went back in and fixed her a cup of coffee.
    She looked up at me. "You've no idea how good that tastes. I've had no coffee for a year."
    Thing puzzles me," I said, "is why you came up here in the first place. You came with that Juan Morales?"
    "He was my grandfather. He and my grandmother raised me, and when she died he began to