But Mesa had gone to earth in Aragon, and Rubio was with him.
At the place where the Soledad trail leaves that of Mesa Blanca.
Kit met the band where the trail forked to Palomitas and Mesa Blanca.
The mesa lay basking in the dry, hot stillness of the July afternoon.
“Let us go up on the ridge and look out over our mesa,” she murmured.
The sun was sinking behind the ...