Wal, it's muddy weather.

Now you break camp quick an' make a plain trail out to thet sheep trail, as if you was travelin' south.

But, instead, you ride round ahead of thet flock of sheep.

They'll keep to the open parks an' the trails through them necks of woods out here.

An', passin' over your tracks, they'll hide 'em." "But supposin' Anson circles an' hits this camp?
He'll track me easy out to that sheep trail.