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you for accepting me,'' she said.
"I thank you for the same," he said, holding her tightly. Then, releasing her, he walked away.

While they decided where to go and how to begin their new life, the combined Danziger-Wynne family found a place to camp in an area where other transients gathered, some also looking for new homes, others preparing to head for the gold fields.
Although it was already late September, the air was hot and dry; there was no nip of fall in the air as there would be in the East that the travelers had left behind. Nor was there the choking smog that Abby had come to detest in the L.A. of the future. That, at least, was a blessing.
One day became two, then a week. Abby reached longingly for her fossil rock several times a day, but she was not yet ready to leave. Although Arlen had improved greatly, Lucius seemed to have expended too much energy at the end of the wagon train trip. Now the small, wizened man slept a lot. Abby would wait until she knew he would be all right.
Arlen located a job as a cook at one of the town's three hotels. Then one day he galloped his horse into their camp. "I've found it!" he cried to Lucy.
He led all of them to the homesite he had picked out. It was north of town along the bank of the Los Angeles River, far enough from the town's violence so they would feel safe. There were dry rolling hills and groves of trees on it

 
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