Lin McLean

Book Excerpt: ...e foreman."Brought my tooth-brush," said Lin, showing it in the breast-pocket of his flannel shirt."Going to Denver?""Why, maybe.""Take in San Francisco?""Sounds slick.""Made any plans?""Gosh, no!""Don't want anything on your brain?""Nothin' except my hat, I guess," said Lin, and broke into cheerful song: "'Twas a nasty baby anyhow, And it only died to spite us; 'Twas afflicted with the cerebrow Spinal meningitis!'"They wound up out of the magic valley of Wind River, through the bastioned gullies and the gnome-like mystery of dry water-courses, upward and up to the level of the huge sage-brush plain above. Behind lay the deep valley they had climbed from, mighty, expanding, its trees like bushes, its cattle like pebbles, its opposite side towering also to the edge of this upper plain. There it lay, another world. One step farther away from its rim, and the two edges of the plain had flowed together over it like a closing se..