A round trip would

　She's not very big, he thought. Maybe 110 pounds. If UGG Boots Clearance it wasn't for this damned hand he could carry her. Miss Leon's short-cut hair had fallen around her face. Her neck was very slender and very smooth. He felt a sharp, poignant sadness.
　"Would you like a cigarette?"
　"No thank you," Miss Leon said. She didn't look up.
　"I can't tell you how sorry I am," McKee said slowly. "I know you must think I'm out of my mind. But that man..." He stopped. There was nothing to be gained by going over it again.
　She looked at him then.
　There's UGG Boots Clearance no reason for you to be sorry," she said. "I know you're just trying to protect me."
　McKee had thought her eyes were black or brown. They were dark blue. He looked away. If he was wrong about this she would forever think of him as the ultimate in idiots. And even if he was right, and she knew he was right, there was her fiancé, the man she was trying so hard to find. And, he realized bleakly, it wouldn't matter anyway.
　"But I think we should UGG Boots Clearance go back now. We have to go back."
　"Maybe so," he said. If she couldn't walk there were no happy alternatives. He would simply have to gamble that he had been insanely wrong about it all. It occurred to him then that Miss Leon might be faking the injured ankle. He didn't think that would be like her. And then he thought about the tire tracks. There had only been one set, which meant the truck had either come out of this canyon before yesterday's rain, or UGG Boots Clearance had driven in and parked. A round trip would have left two sets of tracks. He walked up the canyon a few yards to where the brush closed in over the rocks. The branches had obviously been broken by something tearing its way upward. And unless the canyon bottom widened suddenly, and flattened-which looked impossible from here-it couldn't have gone much farther. "I'll be right back," McKee said. "I'm going to see where that truck went."
　It proved easy enough to follow. Beyond the barrier of brush, UGGs Clearance its wheels had straddled the now-narrow stream bed, leaving two deep tracks in the loamy soil-tracks which disappeared behind a brush-covered outcropping of rock a hundred feet upstream. McKee walked slowly toward this screen, feeling a growing tenseness. Behind it he would find some sort of vehicle. It couldn't possibly be the Land-Rover. It might be, he realized, Canfield's camper. Or the pickup of some Navajo sheepherder. If it was Canfield's truck, where was Jeremy?