near Two Ocean Pass Flash could see a tiny point of fire twinkling through the clear air. This too, made sweeps to the right and left.
Flash could not read the message, but he watched until the lights disappeared. From below him on one side sounded the wild, pealing bugle of an old bull elk, and the whistling snort of a blacktail buck; from the other came the occasional stroke of a horse bell. This reminded him of his trust.
He turned his back on the Land of Many Rivers and trotted down the opposite slope to Moran and the world of men.
