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her tomorrow; I'll call you about that."
    Jack hung up, and Rick pressed the intercom button. "Please get me a flying weather forecast for tomorrow and as far into the future as possible from L.A. to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. I'll want it in writing."
    His secretary came back a few minutes later. "They say it's ideal from tomorrow through the weekend and maybe beyond. I'm sending a messenger over there to pick up the written copy."
    "Great." Rick buzzed Eddie Harris.
    "Yeah?"
    "Your airplane is ready to fly, Eddie; what say we take the girls and Sid Brooks and his wife up to Jackson Hole for the weekend, take a look at our locations?"
    "That sounds great, kiddo."
    "We'll meet out at Clover Field at nine A.M., then?"
    "Good."
    "Tell Suzanne the nights will be chilly."
    "Okay. And remember, you, Glenna and Vance are expected here for dinner tonight."
    "Right." Rick hung up and called Glenna and put the trip to her. She was enthusiastic.
    "Can I bring the girls?" she asked.
    "Too much for them and for us," Rick said. "Rosie and Hannah can handle them."
    "Okay. What time?"
    "We're meeting at Dad's place at nine tomorrow morning, and don't forget dinner tonight at the Harrises'."
    "You're on."
    Rick hung up and called Sidney Brooks.
    "Hi, Rick, your production people have been keeping me abreast of work on Bitter Creek . I hear it's going well."
    "It certainly is, and we've found a location for the exteriors at a place called Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Eddie and I are going to take our wives and fly up there tomorrow morning for the weekend. Would you and your wife like to join us?"
    "Would I! Absolutely!"
    "We're meeting tomorrow morning at nine at Clover Field at a big hangar called Barron Flying Service. It's my dad's place."
    "I'll find it."
    "Bring outdoor clothes and something warm for the evenings. Nothing fancy for the ladies."
    "We'll be there."
    "See you then." Rick hung up and buzzed his secretary. "Track down Manny White up in Jackson Hole and tell him six of us...No, wait a minute. Get me Vance Calder first. He's probably on the back lot."
    Fifteen minutes later, Vance was on the phone. "Hello, Rick."
    "Vance we've found a location up in Wyoming, and we're going up there tomorrow morning for the weekend. I'd like you to come."
    "Love to."
    "Bring a girl, if you like."
    "There's nobody to bring, at the moment."
    "Meet us at Clover Field tomorrow morning at nine at Barron Flying Service. It's a big hangar. Bring outdoor gear, and tell your girl to bring a jacket for the evenings, and don't forget dinner tonight."
    "I'll be there."
    Rick buzzed his secretary again. "Okay, now find Manny White and tell him eight of us are coming up there tomorrow morning for the weekend. Tell him to find us the best accommodations he can for three nights and to scout around for someplace to eat. Oh, and tell him to find us some horses, too."
    "There's a bar up there he's been using for an office; I'll try him there."
    "Tell him to hire us some decent transportation, too."
    "Will do."
    Rick hung up and called his father. "Okay, Dad, we're on for nine A.M. tomorrow."
    "She'll be ready. You'll need full fuel?"
    "Right. We'll probably need some internal fuel, too; as I remember, there's a bar in the cabin."
    "I'll stop at the liquor store on the way home tonight."
    "Thanks, Dad. What sort of heating does the airplane have?"
    "It's got two good heaters, so you should be comfortable, but if you want me to, I'll buy some blankets, just in case."
    "Good. Get expensive ones; these passengers are used to that. I'll reimburse you, of course. And please be sure the oxygen bottles are charged."
    "Wilco."
    He hung up and called the studio commissary. "Hi, this is Rick Barron. I'm going to need a picnic lunch for eight people--the works--plus paper plates and utensils, delivered to Barron Flying Service at eight A.M. tomorrow morning. Can you handle that?"
    "Yes, sir. Hot food or cold?"
    "Cold is just fine. Put in some beer, wine and Cokes, too."
    "It'll be