“Where will our house be?”
“We can decide that any time. There are always plenty of houses in this town. Would you like to live in the country too?”
“Yes,” the Colonel said. “Why not?”
“Then we could see the trees when we woke up. What sort of trees will we see on this journey?”
“Pine mostly, and cotton-wood along the creeks, and aspen. Wait till you see the aspen turn yellow in the fall.”
“I’m waiting. Where will we stay in Wyoming?”
“We’ll go to Sheridan first and then decide.”
“Is Sheridan nice?”
“It’s wonderful. In the car we’ll drive to where they had the Wagon-Box Fight and I’ll tell you about it. We will drive up, on the way to Billings, to where they killed that fool George Armstrong Custer, and you can see the markers where everybody died and I’ll explain the fight to you.”
“That will be wonderful. Which is Sheridan more like, Mantova or Verona or Vicenza?”
“It isn’t like any of those. It is right up against the mountains, almost like Schio.”
“Is it like Cortina then?”
“Nothing like. Cortina is in a high valley in the mountains. Sheridan lays right up against them. They aren’t any foot-hills to the Big Horns. They rise high out of the plateau. You can see Cloud’s Peak.”
“Will our cars climb them properly?”
