She had been waiting and waiting for her Father to go to bed.
It had been twelve hours since they had made camp here on top
of this low ridge with a good view of the homestead.
Sarah looked over at her Mother's blond and silver hair
flowing over the top of the sleeping bag beside her. She could just
hear her soft breathing. Sarah sighed, her Mother had gone to bed
after eating a light fish dinner, they had cooked on a neat little fire.
She knew how full she had gotten from the hunk of bread
and fish- Not very... There is a nice side of venison hanging up
in the shed down there. She felt for the sheath hanging off her belt;
and picked up the binoculars again.
Her Father sat at the table, just inside the kitchen door writing.
The newspaper folded neatly beside him.What are you doing ?
who are you writing - Joe ? Her older brother had moved further
west several years before.
She saw her father fold the letter and put it in an envelope.
Then he opened the newspaper and shook out some bright
little objects flashing in the light.
Sarah jumped to her feet, grabbing for the flashlight and running
toward her Father's cabin. He threw Mother out and had promised her
help! -I think those maybe diamonds-!