the cove was invivisible , but she could see from her high seat the untouched meadows and forests below , a couple of hikers toietd up up the trail .
fifteen minutes later she came to the north shore , the water suddently close and sparkling on her left , down a hundred feet of steady sloping granite and dirt to the nude beaches , could see a few plumes of smoke on the distant west shore - prescribed burning even this late in the year . the mountains over there were a deeper blue frosted with white from early snofall .
she was alone on the road , sand harbor's shallow , bright water just ahead , swingingg the wheel , she continued around the curve past the old ponderosa ranch and took a right at country club drive , the street name that told her , in several ways , that she entered incline village .
the bronco labored up the mountain , just off mount rose highgway she came to champagne way and turned down the long , winding street , marvelingh at the chateaus with their milegossip said that a very well known singer , songwritter , and record producer had a home here . the neigjbors didn't exactly look poverty striken , either .
at the end of the street she arrived at a large stucco hacienda with a green tile roof surrounded by walls with fir- tree borders . the house was built on a promontory of the mountain . nina slowd down to take in the view , but then betty jo ouckett appeared in the flagged driveway and the bronco plowed toard her .
betty jo practically dragged nina out of her seat ."i've been wanting to mee you ," she said , a tall , rugged , gray hairy woman in her fifties , her jeans and white shirt encased a rangy body .her face , sawed into a hundred lines and angles , exhibited everysecond of weart,
fifteen minutes later she came to the north shore , the water suddently close and sparkling on her left , down a hundred feet of steady sloping granite and dirt to the nude beaches , could see a few plumes of smoke on the distant west shore - prescribed burning even this late in the year . the mountains over there were a deeper blue frosted with white from early snofall .
she was alone on the road , sand harbor's shallow , bright water just ahead , swingingg the wheel , she continued around the curve past the old ponderosa ranch and took a right at country club drive , the street name that told her , in several ways , that she entered incline village .
the bronco labored up the mountain , just off mount rose highgway she came to champagne way and turned down the long , winding street , marvelingh at the chateaus with their milegossip said that a very well known singer , songwritter , and record producer had a home here . the neigjbors didn't exactly look poverty striken , either .
at the end of the street she arrived at a large stucco hacienda with a green tile roof surrounded by walls with fir- tree borders . the house was built on a promontory of the mountain . nina slowd down to take in the view , but then betty jo ouckett appeared in the flagged driveway and the bronco plowed toard her .
betty jo practically dragged nina out of her seat ."i've been wanting to mee you ," she said , a tall , rugged , gray hairy woman in her fifties , her jeans and white shirt encased a rangy body .her face , sawed into a hundred lines and angles , exhibited everysecond of weart,
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