The scenery was right out of a documentary. Occasionally she’d glimpse a big horned sheep or an elk. Several times deer would snort and blow if she got close to where they were hiding out from mountain lions or coyotes. She felt as if she was passing through a time doorway into the past. No houses in sight and no signs of civilization. However, by the day’s end she could hear the sounds of trucks and traffic coming off of interstate seventy that traveled west to Grand Junction. She knew she was close to where Bill lived using the contour map and the mountains as her guide along with a lensatic compass her father had left in a pack of goodies. She wasn’t going to try to locate Bill until the following morning so she hiked down into a ravine that would be the perfect place to camp for the night. After she made a fire and laid out a blanket roll she found herself lying back and staring up at the stars.
“I miss you dad, wherever you are. I’m going to try to do the right thing. I’m going to trust that it will lead to great rewards someday down the road. I’m sure I’ll cross paths with Richard Baker again, and when I do, I will try to do what I think is right even though I’d like to beat the hell out of him. But I will honor you and the things you taught me. If I end up back in jail, then so be it. I truly don’t deserve to be there. You know that, and I know that. Your friend Bill has been great and he helped guide my thinking when he visited me a couple weeks back. I’m getting sleepy dad. I’ll talk to you again tomorrow. Goodnight.”
Josephine added wood to her fire and was asleep in about fifteen minutes. She didn’t see the big cat that sat atop a large moss-covered boulder. The mountain lion sat there patiently awaiting the fire to go out. He eyed the roll of blankets, and the creature that just crawled into them.