Anyhow, we're here.

Now, you go off, a little ways--it's all level here--and I'll unhitch these critters." "That's the barn over there," he added, pointing in a direction which she could not see.

"Plain trail between the house and the corral gate.
On beyond is my hay lands and the willers along the creek.

There's a sort of spring thataway"-- again he pointed, invisibly to her--"and along it runs a band of willers--say a hundred yards from the house.
It all ain't much.

I never ought to of brought you here a-tall, but like I said, we'll do the best we can.