Once Casey had a bright idea, and with much labor and language he loaded the goats into the trailer and had the water-hauler take them out to the hills.

But that didn't work at all.

Part of the flock came back afoot, from sheer homesickness, and the rest were hauled back because they were ruining the spring which was Patmos' sole water supply.
Casey would have shot the goats, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything that would offend J.Paul Smith of the _Vista Grande Rancho._ Whenever he read the letter J.Paul Smith had written him he was ashamed to do anything that would lower him in the estimation of J.Paul Smith, who trusted him and took it for granted that he would do the right thing and do it with enthusiasm.
"If he hadn't wrote so dog-gone polite!" Casey complained to me.

"And if he hadn't went an' took it for granted I'd come through.

But a man can't turn down a feller that wrote the way he done.