It's no news up in Utah how he holes in canyons an' leaves no track." Lassiter was silent a moment.

"Me an' Oldrin' wasn't exactly strangers some years back when he drove cattle into Bostil's Ford, at the head of the Rio Virgin.

But he got harassed there an' now he drives some place else." "Lassiter, you knew him?
Tell me, is he Mormon or Gentile ?" "I can't say.

I've knowed Mormons who pretended to be Gentiles." "No Mormon ever pretended that unless he was a rustler," declared Venters.
"Mebbe so." "It's a hard country for any one, but hardest for Gentiles.

Did you ever know or hear of a Gentile prospering in a Mormon community ?" "I never did." "Well, I want to get out of Utah.