"So you informed me yesterday." With a gentle smile he reached for her hand. "Nervous?" "Not unless Mormons still practice polygamy." He folded his journal and placed it on the coffee table. With a light tug he pulled her into his arms. "Okay, short stuff, let’s see the book." She snuggled against him and placed the encyclopedia on his lap. He pulled her closer as he glanced at the pictures of Bryce Canyon and Zion National Park. "Ever been camping?" Images of a scared sixteen-year-old girl crossing the country on foot filtered through her mind. She had made it from New Mexico to Pennsylvania hitchhiking; she’d only accepted rides from families on vacations. She had been young, but not stupid. Many nights she’d slept out under bridges and on park benches. It really couldn’t have been called camping. "No." "Look at these mountains and canyons, they’re perfect for camping." His voice held a catch of excitement. "Have you ever seen country like this?" "Yes, I was born and raised in northern New Mexico." "Damn." He closed the book and dropped it on the table.
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