It happened ten years ago, but to Mary Ashley it seemed only yesterday that a freckled-faced little girl in pigtails, astride a wiry cow pony, rode a winding trail up to Wild Horse Mesa. When she had reached the top of the level table land, she urged the pony forward, racing across the mesa as though she were pursued by a million wild Indians, but it was all pretend - which is the best part of being eleven years old. She remembered that ride so well, because it was on the day she first met Danny Walsh...