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"Was you alone all th' way?" 



"No, a friend was with me, but he turned 

 back at Kanab." 



Another spit, followed by another brief 

 silence. 



"Ever wear chaps?" he inquired. 



"No, I don't need them." 



"Sheriff's lookin' fer two fellers that rustled 

 some cayuses over in Colorado. One of 'em 

 rides a buckskin an' wears new leather chaps. 

 I don't reckon you seen 'em?" 



"No." 



He stood around for a few moments, then 

 bade me good night and disappeared in the 

 darkness. I was very glad that I did not ride 

 a buckskin cayuse and possessed no chaps. Sev- 

 eral days later I met the sheriff up the trail and 

 had breakfast with him. He informed me that 

 one of the horse thieves had been caught in 

 Nevada and he hoped soon to have the other 

 "corralled." 



The valley above Mount Carmel, well 

 watered and verdant, was a pleasing contrast 

 to the parched desert, with its stifling heat and 

 burning sand, so recently left behind. It was 

 good to drink the clear cold waters of the 

 springs and lave in the sparkling river pour- 

 ing down over a gravelly bed. The narrow 



