It was almost a note of apology, and again in his eyes there was that pitiful look of self-depreciation and shame.
"Pardon me," he said, "but will you tell me, please, am I right that this is the road to the Williamson Valley ?" The stranger's manner and voice were in such contrast to his general appearance that the cowboy frankly looked his wonder as he answered courteously, "Yes, sir." "And it will take me direct to the Cross-Triangle Ranch ?" "If you keep straight ahead across the valley, it will.

If you take the right-hand fork on the ridge above the goat ranch, it will take you to Simmons.

There's a road from Simmons to the Cross-Triangle on the far side of the valley, though.

You can see the valley and the Cross-Triangle home ranch from the top of the Divide." "Thank you." The stranger was turning to go when the man in the blue jumper and fringed leather chaps spoke again, curiously.
"The Dean with Stella and Little Billy passed in the buckboard less than an hour ago, on their way home from the celebration.

Funny they didn't pick you up, if you're goin' there!" The other paused questioningly.