Just as soon as you get back, load up one of your new wagons with water and go south.

There's no road, but there's two ranges that makes a lane, twenty miles wide, leadin' to the southeast: Lomas Negras, the black mountain due south of Mohawk, and Cabeza Prieta, a brown-colored range, farther west.

Keep right down the middle, but miss all the sand you can; you'll be layin' out a road you'll have to travel a heap.

Only, of course, you can straighten it out and better it after you learn the country.

It might be a pious idea for you to ship up a mowing machine and a hayrake from Yuma, like you was fixin' to cut wild hay.