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not hope to locate another potentially magic location.
She breathed deeply until her panic was under control. After all, she could not be certain how useful the maps would have been. Many potential routes shown on them to the Indian site would not yet exist. She would find it again somehow if she needed to.
More important, she still had her precious fossil rock. When she was ready to go back to Mike's time, surely, with it, she could make her own magic.
The wagons reached a clearing in a gully where they settled for the night. Abby made certain that Arlen was comfortable. Lucy promised to stay with him and call Abby if there was any change.
Later Abby knelt uncomfortably in her long skirt at the campfire, the ribbons of her bonnet irritating the sensitive skin beneath her chin as she perspired.
She stirred a pot of Arlen's stewthe precursor to the culinary delight that would help Mike found Arlen's Kitchens. Tasting it, she found it more greasy, less appetizing than the Arlen's Kitchens' stew.
After only hours, she already missed more than the food from the future: comfortable clothing; the fast, smooth-moving Bronco; bathroom facilities that eliminated the need to hide in underbrush for privacy.
Mike.
She learned over supper of an accident on a particularly treacherous path that had claimed

 
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