Fletcher McCrea looked out over the vast Great Basin Desert. His mind was spinning. He was in the tightest corner he’d ever bumbled into. After Glenna left him he set off on foot. Together with Bambalina he walked off the mountain. He needed his time. He had to gather his thoughts, come to grips with the Gordian knot he’d let come untied. He figured what he needed was a good long soak.
