She turned away and scanned the buildings on the near side. Two were of brick—the Crystal Hotel and the Miner’s Exchange Bank. A few were stone, the rest pine logs and clapboard. She had time to study them in detail as the traffic on the street reached an impasse. She would do better on foot. Scanning the signs within sight, she found the livery stable across the way. She turned Dom and urged him through the crowd to the far side of the street and back half a block. A tallow-haired boy waiting in