Nobody seems to know where Clouston got her from, and she's by no means communicative about her antecedents; but she's pretty enough for any man, and Potter is greatly stuck on her.

He sold out a week or two ago--got quite a pile for the ranch, and I understand he's going back to the old country.
Any way, the girl has a catch.

Potter's a straight man, and most of us like him." He turned over his paper with a little laugh.

"It doesn't interest you?
Well, if you had lived out at Willow six years as I have you'd be glad of anything to talk about, if it was only the affairs of one of Clouston's waitresses." Courthorne yawned again openly and took from his pocket a letter that he had received the day before at another little town to which, in accordance with directions given, it had been forwarded him.

It was from one of his whisky-running comrades and had somewhat puzzled him.
"There's about one hundred dollars due you, and we're willing to pay up," it ran.