The Fortune of the O DellsChapter 4
We sat astride our horses as they drank from the river and looked at the flat rock wall and the split from where the river was running. “Opal Anne, I don’t know about you, but this is the way I want to go,” I said pointing towards the wall. “Me too, husband,” She still called me husband. We dismounted and waded into the river right up to the rock wall. After examining it, we returned to where the two rivers joined and panned in the other river for a several minutes. The riverbed before the...