Even the Injuns keep out." She lifted her eyes again, shuddering as they swept about over the dismal waste.
"But there is a trail; you could not become lost ?" "Well, yer might call it a trail, tho' thar ain't much left of it after a sand storm.

I reckon thar ain't so many as could follow it any time o' year, but Matt knows the way all right--you don't need to worry none about that.

He's drove many a load along yere--hey, Matt ?" "You bet; I've got it all marked out, the same as a pilot on the Missouri.

Ye see that sway-back ridge yonder ?" pointing with his whip into the distance ahead.

"That's what I'm headin' for now an' when I git thar a round rock will show up down a sorter gully.