Kate said.“Want to show you something,” he said.She was silent until she realized they were coming up on the homestead. She smiled. “The scenic route home?”“Partly,” he said. They lost altitude until the tops of the remaining trees looked close enough to clean the gear. She saw the ridgeline of the house first, and the reflection of the sun off the windows nearly blinded her.Mutt thrust a muzzle over Kate’s shoulder and left a big wet nose print on the glass. She gave a long interrogatory whine. “Patience, girlfriend,” Kate said. “No parachutes your size.”Jim flew past the house and the outbuildings, over the big, flattened erratic at the top of the cliff, and banked right to follow Zoya Creek north. The ground rose and the Cessna rose with it. A few moments later, Kate saw the adit to the Lost Wife Mine and the rough zigzig trail that led up the cliff face to it. Jim banked right again and flew a wide circle, tilting the plane so that he and Kate could both look out his window.
