Andy scurried over to Josh with Shebe in tow, who barked in greeting. Josh pulled back on the horses’ reins, bringing the rattling wagon of supplies to a halt, and lifted his hat in explanation. Andy let out a loud whistle when he saw the purple lump. “Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat! How’d you get that?” “It seems as though someone is still after the Yogos.” Josh climbed out of the wagon, gingerly placing his hat back on his head. He heard the bleating of the sheep, even though the camp, set up at some distance from the herd, continued to move daily. “I’m glad I went ahead and took them to the assayer’s.” He leaned down to affectionately pat Shebe’s head, and she licked his fingers. He didn’t mention that he’d left one stone to be fashioned into a ring. He’d feel foolish saying anything because Andy would want to know who it was being made for, and he wasn’t ready to share his feelings about a hopeful relationship with Juliana. “So you think someone is trying to steal the Yogos?”
