“I’ma-goingto。I’ma-goingtocampoutinthemountains。I’dliketoseeyouwhenyoucamp。I’dliketocampwithyou。Mightn’tIsometime？“
BillyhaddrawnnearertoLin，andwaslookingupathimadoringly。
“Youbet!“saidLin；andthoughhedidnot，perhaps，entirelymeanthis，itwaswithacuriouslysoftenedfacethathebegantolookatBilly。Aswithdogsandhishorse，soalwaysheplayedwithwhatchildrenhemet——
thefewinhissage-brushworld；butthiswasceasingtobequiteplayforhim，andhishandwenttotheboy’sshoulder。
“Fathertookmecampingwithhimonce，thetimemotherwasoff。Fathergetsawfuldrunk，too。I’vequitLaramieforgood。“