Chapter 6
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Jon wandered down to the opposite end of the car. Clay took advantage of the separation to pull himself together. It wasn’t normal that a seemingly casual bit of contact would leave him in such a state. Well, not altogether casual, was it? This bear of a photographer had some potent energy
The train rumbled on, passing through a tunnel and finally emerging into a broader shallow valley, clear of the canyon at last. This park-like spot, some twenty-five miles up the river from Clarkdale, was Perkinsville. The name came from a historical family who’d once headquartered their ranch there. The grassy swale bordering the river still held some picturesque old buildings and corrals.