"This is high enough, Raul."
"How brilliant the stars ... at this altitude."
"There are clouds again. It could rain."
"It looks only threatening."
"A wet trail won't help," she said sleepily.
"We've got sure-footed horses," he said.
"I climbed near here with my father, during the dry season. We saw the ocean from the rim ... such a clear day," she said.
"We used to cut wood below here. There's a first-rate stand of pine a few thousand feet down."
The fire sputtered and jets of steam puffed. She felt the warmth penetrating her serape, and was grateful.
Her hand found his face. His hand found her breast.