Here, they lay on a blanket by a crystal clear lake. Earlier in the day, they had eaten cutthroat trout from the glacial-fed lake where they had made love all afternoon. The moon shined brightly on the many patches of snow still clinging to the sides of avalanche chutes and the northern slopes high above the timberline all around them. The warmth of the fire bounced off the large rocks around them. Joshua looked into the eyes of Annabelle and relished her nakedness and natural beauty in the unfiltered moonlight. He watched as the reflection of the flames from their campfire played across her voluptuous body. She kissed him deeply and touched his face with her left hand. The antique wedding ring sparkled in the moonlight, and he looked at it. His heart skipped a beat, and Joshua said, “Oh, Annabelle, your husband isn’t even cold yet, and here I am making love to you.” Strongheart sat up suddenly, blinking his eyes, and saw that he was on the train headed toward Salt Lake City. He was breathing heavily and his heart was pounding.
