Harry and Pearl went out into the beautiful new car, and took a long ride toward the Smelter Road, to the fork where you return by the Mesa Road.
"Shall we stop and look at the moon for a while?" asked Harry.
"I'd love it."
"Then we'll stop."
Harry pulled the car off the road at the top of a small Mesa Butte, and turned off the lights.
"Isn't it beautiful here?"
"Yes, but you are more beautiful than a thousand nights," whispered Harry into her ear.