Riding Red Phantom, Hawk preceded Jenny and Aspen into the large meadow. As they emerged from the trees, she saw an old dilapidated cabin and a sprawling well-fenced paddock in the center of the clearing. Back against a wall of sheared rock, there was a dark boarded-up hole in the rock. “The old abandoned Miller Mine,” she commented. “This is the place we got in trouble exploring as kids.” They were an hour away from cow camp, and the two of them had put this on their first day’s agenda. Hawk had been up here a week ago. He explained that he had found animal and vehicle tracks. He pointed out what she had already concluded, that the fence had been recently constructed, and not by anyone at the Bar F/Bar L. Hawk rode toward the decrepit one room cabin, and Jenny followed. In front, they dismounted and tied the reins of their horses to an old hitching post. The wooden porch groaned as they stepped on it, and the pine plank door opened easily, without benefit of lock.
