From Introduction: It’s getting on towards late afternoon when the posse crosses over a small rise and sees a wooden bridge spanning a lazy, but goodsized river. On the far side sits a rambling, single story building and a small barn. A sign declares this to be “Spencer’s Crossing: Dry Goods and Wet Ones Too!” A man comes around the side of the building carrying a board and a hammer. He sees you, drops the board and hurries out to the trail to intercept you when you cross the bridge.