Jenny’s father arrived on horseback precisely at nine thirty. Melinda smiled as she walked up to him and said, “I’m glad you came.” Gilbert grinned. “I had to ’cause I gave my word. I don’t back down when I give my word.” “That’s admirable,” she replied. Then Melinda quickly gathered the children together and they hopped into the back of two buckboards that were waiting. Mark was fourteen and had gotten permission to drive his father’s buckboard. So, with Melinda in the lead, they headed toward the mountains. It was a dusty five-mile ride to the mouth of the canyon, but the children laughed and sang as they headed up the mountain. As they rode, they passed one birch tree after another and the pine trees seemed to multiply as they headed up the mountain. The dirt road was rocky and the buckboard bounced and jolted about, but that did not stop the singing and chattering. After arriving at their destination, Melinda grabbed her lunch pail and the children piled out of the buckboard to begin their hike up the mountain.
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