Night had laid herself down like a virgin on the Gros Ventre campground. A generator purred at the far end of the compound. Here and there a few lights could be seen in camping trailers and tents; other than that, all was black. No stars in the Wyoming sky looked down on these traveling sarcophaguses made of fiberglass and nylon that resided among the cottonwoods that stretched to the heavens. The wind started to rise, gently caressing the Teton Valley. "Will you take the baby out by the fire and see if that will help?" mumbled Kate as the infant started to cry more. Grant climbed out of his cocoon to have the cold attack him. He dressed quickly as the cries got louder and louder, the baby wanting to be out of the cold as well. Scooping the child up, he then exited the tent. The chiming of Grant's watch indicated that it was now eleven as he tossed another log on the fire. Turning to his camp chair, he picked up the child that was bundled in th...