Chapter 61

CAMP WAS quiet and routine. Dallin snatched at restless sleep, as it seemed restful sleep was a thing of the past, then took second watch again. They camped atop a butte looking down over a valley that, according to the map and if Dallin had his bearings right, was known as Green Basin. Dallin rolled his eyes--whatever the Ancients might have had going for them, creativity in the naming of their environs wasn't one of them.