But at this moment "Willer Bend" hove in sight, and the talk turned to other channels.
The Bend was a relief in more ways than one, for it was a beautiful spot on the sharp turn of a narrow creek, whose banks were overhung by weeping-willows, the green of their leaves made vivid by the recent rain.

One Chet Morgan, a nester, lived here.

Nesters--or small farmers--were not usually popular in the early days of the Western ranges, as they had a way of fencing in the springs, or water-holes, to provide irrigation for their crops.

But there was plenty of water in that country, so Chet was welcome to all of it he wanted.
While Whitey sat in the doorway of the small shack, Little had a long talk with Chet, near the stable, and Chet seemed to be nodding his head in agreement to everything the puncher said.

They then rested awhile and had dinner with the nester, and after that Little rode away, leading Whitey's borrowed horse.