Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 230

I got out, paying the driver. I told him not to bother hanging around. I didn't know how long I would be, but we passed a gas station a couple of miles back, so I knew I could walk there to use the phone and call another cab.

He took the money, turned the cab around, and sped back down the dusty road.

I turned to look at the scene. It was quite a spectacle; the snow-capped Sierra Nevada Mountains looming large over the small cabin and pond. I could understand why Rivers had fond memories of this place...