“You’ll have plenty of time for the horses.” I folded the ticket receipts in half.

“We’re staying seven whole days.”

“Do they have real cowboys in Denver?”

“I think they have a few,” I said.

“Maybe we’ll see one.”

Sophie smoothed down the pink cardigan she wore over her lavender leggings.

She stopped swinging her feet and looked at the giant glass windows overlooking the tarmac.

The engines of a waiting plane whined on one high, constant note.

“Do you think the mountains in Denver are taller than the airplanes?” Sophie asked.

“The planes fly above the mountains,” I said.

“We’ll be high up in the sky.”

Sophie hugged Oliver tighter against her chest.

She watched a baggage tractor drive past the window pulling a string of silver carts.

The driver wore an orange safety vest and big black headphones.