Explore "Westy Martin on the Santa Fe Trail" by Percy Keese Fitzhugh on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Westy wasn't as optimistic as Lola. Stumbling over tree stumps and through underbrush, he continually berated himself for having wasted so much valuable time in talking.
Here and there he could see Rip's tracks in the soft damp earth. The ground must always be damp around there, he thought, for it hadn't rained in the mountains since they arrived four days ago.