They had passed this light outfit east of Bridger's post.

There was one chance in a hundred they might get over the South Pass that fall, for they were traveling light and fast, with good animals, and old Joe Meek was sure he would make it through.

The women?
Well, one was a preacher's wife, another an old Gipsy, and another the most beautiful woman ever seen on the trail or anywhere else.

Why was she going east instead of west, away from Oregon instead of to Oregon?
Did I know any of them?
I was following them?
Then I must hurry, for soon the snow would come in the Rockies.

They had seen no Indians.