Askmesomethingeasy，heresponded。HemightbeatGuadalajara，orhemightbeupatOsterman’s，orhemightbeahundredmilesawayfromeitherplace。Iknowwhereheoughttobe，Mr。Presley，butthatain’tsayingwherethecrazygesabeis。
HeOUGHTtoberange-ridingovereastofFour，attheheadwatersofMissionCreek。
I’lltryforhimthere，atallevents，answeredPresley。IfyouseeHarranwhenhecomesin，tellhimImaynotbebackintimeforsupper。
Presleyfoundtheponyinthecorral，cinchedthesaddleuponhim，andwentoffovertheLowerRoad，goingeastwardatabriskcanter。
AtHooven’shecalledaHowdoyoudotoMinna，whomhesawlyinginaslathammockunderthemammothliveoak，herfootinbandages。andthengallopedonoverthebridgeacrosstheirrigatingditch，wonderingvaguelywhatwouldbecomeofsuchaprettygirlasMinna，andifintheendshewouldmarrythePortugueseforemaninchargeoftheditching-gang。Hetoldhimselfthathehopedshewould，andthatspeedily。TherewasnolackofcommentastoMinnaHoovenabouttheranches。Certainlyshewasagoodgirl，butshewasseenatallhourshereandthereaboutBonnevilleandGuadalajara，skylarkingwiththePortuguesefarmhandsofQuienSabeandLosMuertos。Shewasverypretty。